Author Information
Ruins and the King
Far away in the arduous sands of time,
Near the roars of the ocean floor,
I stand a fallen statue
A Statue of old folklore
Who would know this King of Kings?
Who would rather despair?
That this mighty heart has fallen,
Beyond all Nature’s care
The whiff of misty sea winds,
Carrying their haunted sound
Wear my pieces of crumbling stones
That pile up all around
A lonely stranger walks up to me,
With a lonelier shadow by the side,
Touching my white alabaster,
Feeling torn and soulless inside
Cries he to me, O King of Kings
You loveless, heartless soul,
You deserve to lie in ruins,
You deserve to die alone and cold
He mocks my very works,
He slanders my very name
His shadow seems to despise me,
His words put me to shame
And then I look into his sunken eyes,
They are angry but torn
His mocking tone, is slanderous
Yet his voice is all forlorn.
The stranger knows I know him by glance,
He knows he cannot feign anymore,
And with truth, the sad evening comes to end,
The stranger enters my ruins once more
To lie buried with me in the arduous sands of time,
Near the roars of the ocean floor,
Great write! Loved the
Great write! Loved the imagery!
Copyright © morningglory
Thanks for liking the
Thanks for liking the imagery. I wanted to give the sense of haunting melancholy to the whole poem. Appreciate someone who likes it.
Well, I also believe it was
Well, I also believe it was the inspiration for my writing 'until death do her part'. Thanks for that!
Copyright © morningglory