You know what?
Titles are a powerful thing.
We are drawn to things that look interesting,
Here I am, after reading a poem by you, ''The Classroom'', I entered your profile and sought out my next read. I was going to click something else when in the corner of my eye ''The Kingdom Burns'' appeared. It was impossible to ignore.
I was not disappointed in the slightest.
You picture here two characters, the POV, and the 'King'. The false king. The one sitting on throne devoid of power, relevence and meaning. Yet the POV is not happy. He has likely been responsible for deposing said King, or at least was there to see the Kingdom crumble.
But he weeps.
Why?
I think it is because the POV is not the kind to take satisfaction in these type of victories.
He thinks not about the King losing his military power, he thinks about the soldiers who lost everything.
He thinks not about the King losing his fortune, but about the craftsman and workers in his castle.
He thinks not about the King losing his sway, but rather about all the harm he's done before that happpened.
It's amazingly written is packed with an emotional punch to the gut. One that leaves you with more questions then answers. Is a stable and corrupt Kingdom better then a just, rightous and chaotic one..?
Perhaps these are just my muses, but this is what your poem had showed me.
Hopefully I wasn't too far off the mark.
Your mood seemed to have matched picture perfectly with mine. I can imagine this entirely. The imagery on my mind: a flawless beautiful kingdom being destroyed by a brutal heartless ruler. A ruler, who garnished not only his hands but his heart with blood. How easy to shatter a perfectly beautiful world, eh? And the best we can do is to weep, screech. Laugh out the laughter of intense trauma. Go insane thinking that it never happened. Looking for an escape, trying to make denial a reason to live through. But reality is much more harsh. No room for denial.
Amazing piece! I felt the anger in your words and the current of your mood flow freely through this loveliness! I loved this: "False king of a thousand corpses, and A seat of lies woven by your own hand--
I see the strings, puppeteer" Pure genius!
yup. VEEEERY foul mood. i can feel it. magnificent. This poem captured me "puppeteer". you pulled my strings, kept me reading. for a foul mood, this is REALLY good.
You know what?
Titles are a powerful thing.
We are drawn to things that look interesting,
Here I am, after reading a poem by you, ''The Classroom'', I entered your profile and sought out my next read. I was going to click something else when in the corner of my eye ''The Kingdom Burns'' appeared. It was impossible to ignore.
I was not disappointed in the slightest.
You picture here two characters, the POV, and the 'King'. The false king. The one sitting on throne devoid of power, relevence and meaning. Yet the POV is not happy. He has likely been responsible for deposing said King, or at least was there to see the Kingdom crumble.
But he weeps.
Why?
I think it is because the POV is not the kind to take satisfaction in these type of victories.
He thinks not about the King losing his military power, he thinks about the soldiers who lost everything.
He thinks not about the King losing his fortune, but about the craftsman and workers in his castle.
He thinks not about the King losing his sway, but rather about all the harm he's done before that happpened.
It's amazingly written is packed with an emotional punch to the gut. One that leaves you with more questions then answers. Is a stable and corrupt Kingdom better then a just, rightous and chaotic one..?
Perhaps these are just my muses, but this is what your poem had showed me.
Hopefully I wasn't too far off the mark.
Wow. Like, I don't know what to say. This is just simply so powerful, so real. I love your use of language in this, and the last line? It's fitting. Just so fitting and final that it's epic.