The Ballad of the King
another poem
This poem was written with the intent to utilize the counting of syllables in a pattern. Not all verses are the same but they do fit a pattern. I had fun writing this as the imagination took off.
- Ballad of the King -
Washed up on the shores of dreamscapes
i've taken to the sands of time
watching the clock tick by
the temple bells clanging in my ear
Oh man of sorrow on the streets
have you a story to tell the world
he looks at me in shock
then to the heavens sun ticking away
As an old sage the man leans back
with eyes that have seen time's history
hear my story of old
of a time lost to man but in dreamscape
There was once this king of old, wise in years
his armies were a wonder to behold
but for his wisdom lost the companion
in the conquest of wisdom and power
Was lost a kingdom's heart and its splendor
for in the pursuit of all he could attain
the king lost his heart to the marvelous
but in those waking hours, did he give?
With wisdom's soul he ruled an empire
of riches of the farthest reached plains
and a temple high in the sky called I
For it was man's dream to attain these things
In waning years, looking to all he had
the king cried out loud in a hollowed out soul
What have I done, what have I done to you
he looked into a mirror pool of old
Within the magic pool he saw himself
a ghostly image of skeletal bones
For he had lost that which was utmost true
The heart of a people killed in his lust
And in him was found the hollowed out soul
as twilight cast it's mark about in dreamscapes
he screamed in rage for all that he had lost
and taking a sword, he pierced his heart through
With wizened eyes, the homeless man spoke
mind you the whole world around you sir
for in it is found you
have you the heart of pride or heart of love
As the sundial's shadow falls
have i wasted away lost in time
fading away untouched
or have i opened the pedals of love
Copyright (c) Andrew D Nusz 2019