To the King.

A Poem by Shaun

This piece is a story of sorts of a new king reading a warning from a predecessor.

These conniptions conveyed are not the rantings of a madman.
They're not intended to be tossed away.
For if this warning falls upon the ears of the indifferent
Then the indifferent may share this same fate.
Stray not towards the sirens for their lips are poison
Their bosoms are a snare to contain,
To entrap the souls of the wandering misguided
Their songs spew forth like a plague.
Hold your ground when confronted with confrontation
Leave no flesh open to be perceived
For a simple glance may grant your opponent
The opportunity to pull up his sleeve.
Know your foe as you know your self
But never cast a blind eye to the man beside you
Because the best assassin will come with a smile
And a passport to the gates of hell.
Yearn not for the collection of the riches of man
With time even gold will lose its luster
Be known upon your deathbed as a man of wisdom
Not a arrogant, foolhardy prospector.
Treat those who follow you as you treat a brother
Be a king of fairness and mercy
Because the jeweled throne upon which you sit
Can sit another rather quickly
Heed these words, my distant successor
Let not this advise go disregarded
Or you may share the destiny of many before you
And write your own verse on this parchment.

© 2014 Shaun

Author's Note

Please ignore any grammatical errors. I hope you enjoy it.

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Patricia

Very well written and very original. I love how this carries so much message in a relatively short poem. You could have went on and on and on as some tend to do but you were very thorough and smart to end it when you did. I am not sure I would have cuz I tend to go on and on sometimes but this is a strong short poem. :)