Kingdom of Lykers

 

Midst the lake of inks, a Leviathan's paradise;

a bewildered lady, waiting under the evaporating moon.

Haunted by the boon of thoughts of fantasies of Lykers-

a kingdom of fathomless fathoms.

There under the garden of devil, a god-ish lady

with long flowing jet black hair and sparkling eyes,

folding her thoughts in her sacred womb,

conspiring a Romeo's-tomb with her morals and conscience,

sabotaging her most beloved;

and surrendering her thoughts to the morbid king of the kingdom of Lykers.

The wrinkled lake, rippling breaks and the resigning lunar light.

Sparkling the unintended reflection, rejuvenating righteousness,

in the sacred heart of Lykers's Desdemona-

and her screams can be heard echoing like a faded primadona. 

Yet, yet, yet, holy since willingly.

If thy hero tries to stop the morbidity, it will be act of moral guilty.

So the rugged act of rage,

confining him in his moral cage- & thus

hollow screams are continued,

and a chain that cannot be muted,

or unchained, so thus thy hero waits letting his life,

in the hand of a faithful liar' to survive. Killing his mind, listening to heart.

Will this dream, this life, this trust will be drifted apart.

His children counts on to mercy of this charming damsel. 

Is she a mother or just more cruel. 

The hurricane hits the ocean and devastate the hopes

like pebbles beneath the fluid.

Again, again gaining nothing but weakly pleasure

of abandoning, in systematic Herminia.  

The creeping lock-less enters again the cold dungeon,

as the castle outside is shinny warm, and thus thy hero wants to die

in another Romeo's tomb, 

yet to be is to complete,

what will be his fate a staggering love with life

or an abandoned in weakly hatred? 

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is beautifully woven! What a read...a journey! :) Pleased to meet you x

[Aneek Acharya Pandit]

Thank you Ruth. :) cheers.