Part I
The King
He is there
In his throne,
Tarnished silver and shadowed forms
He is there
In his castle
Stoic hanging over the sea
He is there
In his Crown
Beautiful, Mysterious and Distant.
Part 2
A throne
Older than time and living of mettles
Detailed scriptures engraved in its sides,
They speak and sing in your soul
Every wonder of the world
Every Horror of a dream
Every Pleasure of a Nightmare.
It is the Thing to hold a god
A god in mortal shell
It is the thing that has always been,
It is both joy and sadness
Part 3
The Queen
Truth has never been so veiled
Beauty has never been so complicated
Grace and Rage have never coincided so harmonically
As in her touch
As in her Kiss
As in her Smile
As in her.
It is not her birth right that makes the peasants kneel
Or the Court silence when she speaks
Her smile demands they remember happier times when they are low
And when her eyes turn cold, and she speaks in force
They all remember she is a goddess of the sun, and a mistress of the moon.
They all remember how beautiful she is
They all know how full of love she can be.
And at night,
When they look to the castle perched above the sea
And they see the moon make the tides dance for her
They remember her perfection and the passion found in her soul.
Part 4
The castle
Perched for 1000 years above The Sea
Built in stone form a world that is no more
Brought down from angels tears
And demons swords
The King and Queen Built a Kingdom
Built a paradise above an ever raging ocean
Build a Land out of dreams
Out of fears
Out of lust
Out of the unknown
Out of the imposable
For ever living in darkness
Shadowed by the wrath of the things below it
Below the surface of the water
Part 5
The gala
The
Her form delicately moving through out,
Smiling, Laughing, singing, loving
She was the center of the known world
And all revolved around her,
Pulled in by her gravity
All but the King,
Who smiled softly
And remained in her orbit.
Who watched carefully all those who approached
Who gently enjoyed the Queen, her Jester and her Fool.
They were, Beautiful.
Part 6
The jester to the queen
Would you like to see a trick madam?
I can make a fool a jester and my self a fool.
If you close your eyes m’lady
You will not notice whose hand will run along your spine
It is I?
Is it she?
Who on earth could it be?
Would you like a real reason to smile my Queen?
A joke?
A pleasure?
A trinket?
A toy?
How can I best serve you?
How can I best make you happy
Is that not the role of a jester?
Is that not my humble place
To keel before your grace and make you smile?
Make you giggle,
Should I in ploy the French feather?
Speak to the wind your desires,
If you can not to me
I will listen to the wind and make all the desires you desire be.
Part 7
The kings’ eyes
I sat there with the king,
Alone in a room
The Queen gone in other affairs
He smiled at me,
And his eyes,
His eyes stabbed through me
I feel into him
I fell onto him
His hands, so firm against me,
Holding me for life
Mortally wounded by his gaze
Part 8
The Queens Kiss
Dieing in the arms of the king
She came to me
The Goddess of the sun,
The Queen of the kingdom.
There she was above me,
Nothing more than a court jester
And she smiled
God him self had to look away
For never before in existence has there been such beauty.
And she spoke
and I felt a warmth roll over me
and she leaned into me
and she put her lips on mine
and I was no more wounded
and I was no more a jester.
I was a part of a greater kingdom.
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