Court of Kings

You’re not alone in your Court of Kings.
You stand amongst the missionaries, with me,
dressed up as illusions and revolutionaries.
Pretending to sleep, but it’s dark inside,
where the hymns of puppets and demons reside.
These are the things we have become,
lifeless shadows lashing out in pain,
reaching out for some faraway land.
Every street in this city is the same for me,
but there’s no room for me to take refuge in Heaven at night.
I want to shelter you, but there’s no room for you,
no refuge in Heaven tonight.
So don your courage and visionaries face,
we’ll hide tonight at the masquerade,
cry, “Long live the Idols and the Court of Kings!”

Author's Note

a piece of found-word poetry i've recently completed.

Reviews

[Archia]

I really liked this. I enjoyed the imagery it brought even though it wasn't full of an actual scene. It was really good.

[Sami Khalil]

I like the title and the poem...Pen on...:)