The King of Nothing and Nowhere

by Stephen Paden and Rebecca Rady

I breathe in death from a golden throne
So mightily held by a fool
Curtains rot
But no blood flows from the bloodless heart
No song reaches his lips
Only the wails of regret
That echo on careless walls of stone
But I am only a diseased worm on the floor
A witness to a nameless kingdom;
On my belly, wrought with pox,
I squirm and watch
Recording the lament of past decisions,
Ill-advised choices
And laugh
Laugh as the king withers
As Time takes him into its uncaring arms
Takes us all into its unforgiving embrace

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