The Moon King

Poor little Moon King

trapped inside a gilded cage

within the marble prison walls

the cage is painted

and the marble held up with balsa wood

a fake fairy-tale façade

castles in the clouds

ladies in classical poses

battles never won

nor even fought

locked in frozen frescos

as trapped as the poor little Moon King

forever

insulated from the cruel sisters

modernity & society

having anything you want

except what you really need

the sisters cannot let you bare

flesh and soul

crying to sleep

in the silken cradle

an empty shell

an unnatural fondness forbidden

yet tasted behind the closed door

a self-deluded love lost among luxuries

Oh Ludwig how you wished so hard

the sun would shine

on your chivalric dreams

but 

alone lamenting at the balustrade

you are the Moon King

forever in plaster and paint

cloud-covered

out shined

hag-ridden highness

hiding behind a pile of stones and pretty

colours

poor little Moon King