Trying to write something a bit different and outside my comfort zone, a poem about a king |
-Libération- by Keaton Foster In the heart this man Freedom stands alone In the bones of the same man Belief grows out of control In the mind of said man Questions run wild Why should anyone Most of all him comply The dues required Far exceed the freedom provided Such a sum has become unjustifiable Leaving those further like him Far outside the kingdom Beyond the walls of opulence To, as one entity demand answers Is there any light beyond this day Is there any truth to what we think Certainly there is The king has become a monster A once medieval balancing act Has been thrown from the ropes Landing down upon the people Crushing their glorious ideals Leaving them to wonder about change Via The difference death would make Libération The wicked king must of course die To be brutally killed Under the guise of certain change To be bled Under requite circumstances The one so brave The one willing to hold the blade Must know for certain That the killing of a monarch Will mean absolute death And of course he does Libération Not just as idea Not the same as a revolution But rather an identifiable difference That without question will come to fruition Sneaking into any castle is difficult Heightened are the senses of those Who know what a killer looks like They won’t be easily fooled Limited must be the rules Killing everyone along the path To the one to be murdered Will be seen as justifiable homicide God and King can only be Separated by the blade Libération Closer still The King of those far beyond Sleeps in his veiled bed Unaware of his coming death The man tasked to wield his doom Stands over his body and soul His weapon raised for the plunge Deep into the heart of blasphemy He will strike Soft are his final words Your people The ones beyond these walls Have abandoned you They wish for a type of change That only death can bring Goodbye thy king Libération… Libération Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |