King of the Cave

A roiling sea crashes against the human wall
Bodies merge, thought's collide in a kaleidoscope big bang
I hate the words I use and scream at a continual decline
Crushing rain falls on the heaviest of them all
He sits, waiting in his cavern, a testament to his honor and glory remain
To hear forth from a spirit that let loose his mind in a land beyond then

Long, fibrous strains of gilded silk fall from his crown
Peace by pieces, he glowers at a dusty track, spider legs clear the way
Cold arms bellow outwards, enveloping the darkening lines
It's a way to see the walker without his spirit.