adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Lament for a King, a poem

Lament for a King

Where has gone the king?
Man no more is mighty;

silence spreads its shroud
where heroes sang of old.

Lizards doze upon
the walls of ruined cities;

the wells hold nests of snakes;
the wind rules realms of dust.

Victories forgotten,
sword beside him broken;

the king lies in his grave
and sleeps eternally.

Stephen Brooke ©2013

Another piece intended for use in a fantasy novel — maybe not the one on which I’m currently working, but eventually.

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