Nobu

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


A kingdom of his own

Another palace

Another home

To reside in

 

He calls himself a king

But he's too inept

What a concept

A king

 

One who reigns

His power fueled by the sun

He pounds his way through bedlam

The velvet robe dances

 

Oh but the weight

The weight it holds

He points his finger

He scolds

 

The dust doesn't settle

Yet he maintains

Embroidered soul

Tilted crown

 

He guzzles fire

The burn rises in his chest

No room for hurt

Bringing comfort

 

The eighth of his kind

The bell chimes

When a woman loses her mind

He grows cold

 

Giving little

Taking all

He reigns

The enslaved


Submitted: November 11, 2020

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