An old sonnet…

Have the days as queen made you so unwise

High in the throne worshiping your addiction

Too astray in restrain to realize

It is a world that lives within your fiction

As you dwell and amble the lonely roads

Preying on the frivolous and those lost

Can’t you witness, far above you, the crows?

Circling around, stalking for hearts of frost

Till the approaching age your kingdom falls

Enlightment arrives not without a price

Dark shattered stars surround your halls

As your ancient shortcomings latch like lice

That day you will hope to find me again

The sole forsaken in your Cimmerian plain


About this entry