the sky is falling
falling
down
and i apply my
paper crown
to
matted hair
on
wounded brow
i sit alone
and wonder
how
the velvet on my
happy throne
has worn away
exposing bone
(the skeleton
of someone's son..)
but ho now!
where, praytell, have gone
the rubies
i had
set upon
my sceptre here
in yesteryear?
their light's gone out
for good
i fear
or is't mine eyes
that cannot see
their crimson lips
smile back
at me
i cannot tell
for darkness falls
across the the land
between the walls
like homeless
in a hearth
there sprawls
a lifeless ash
a soot the calls
away
the happy memory
of flames
that danced
in revelry
of home
that housed
a family..