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The Humbling of a King
Contributed by
newewe
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Monday, 3rd January 2005 @ 03:59:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
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The Humbling of a King
As he chortled mightily in the hall of kings
Stroking his tunic with an arrogant gin
Shadows move slowly across the floor
And the cold marble shined like glass.
The halls were silent and void of life
Had all that was here vanished at night
Had it all been the plundered and spoils
Of a contrived and imagined revolt
In some past times carriages rolled
Through streets with no fear or reprise
En-route to chateaus and the glory of whom
In the fields of wealth and play
Compatriots who at side in opulence lost
Have faded from view no knock at his door
Wardrobe of letters and plaques on the walls
Accomplishments many so hollow and vain
Truculent voices that echo in sleep
Ameliorating that which hed done
Such importance he placed on personal things
And of those who adorned thy mind with praise
This would be charade shall soon pass
He spoke to himself that it will be reborn
The ladies and courtiers to beckon his whims
And feasts with dancers alive in resplendent attire
Of that which was here in mind and eye
Is nevermore and to that he resigns
His fortunes of coin and material things
Were but taken by those in the streets
But now inside he finds greater wealth
His time is filled with that which he lost
The words the paint and music he played
Are filling the days and he knows who he is
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Re: The Humbling of a King
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 6th April 2005 @ 10:49:54 AM AEST
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Enchanted by the tongue which utters Elizabethian, am I!
What intricate imagery laced with potent message... unveiling truths learnt only via the human core. |
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