king_of_skulls

Ah, poetry day.....
I am not much of a poet, but i do have a way with words.....kinda like a chainsaw has a way with oak trees i guess, not pretty, but effective none the less.
So, instead of poetry day, i will partake of knowetry day. If George Bush can make up words, so can i.....here goes.

Why the King of Skulls?

The King sits on his throne of bones
Living in a past that has no future for him.
The victim of illusions and folly
The remnant of a man once proud once strong.
Just as the skull is not a symbol of death,
Only a symbol of a life that once was.
He is the King of Skulls
The king of a life that once was,
Or was it?
The illusions cast by his Queen, once keeper of his heart
Turned a King into a Fool.
But once a King always a King
Its just a question of what you rule.
His castle stands in ruins, his courtyard empty
Nothing here but phantoms of the past.
No one knows but it is a tale told many times over.
The tale of wickedness and betrayal.
The tale of hearts broken and promises unfulfilled.
The standard king meets queen, queen fucks peasant
King loses queen.
This kingdom is not without light however,
Light comes but thrice a week.
This light can illuminate the darkest of worlds.
It is the only gift the king has kept,
The only one worth fighting for.
The light is his child, his beautiful, wonderful child.
The king finds that he too is a master of illusion.
He puts on the show for the child of light.
The King plays the Jester for the reward
Of belly giggles and butterfly kisses.
A treasure that pales gold in comparison.
He doesnt allow her to see the ghosts that haunt him.
She only sees the tapestries of happiness
That she herself weaves before the King with her
Bright eyes and sunshine smile.
She does not see the rotten corpse wearing the crown
She sees her father in his entire kingly garb.
The king of smiles, the king of games.
The king of bedtime stories, the king of her world.
She is not permitted to see his soul
Stretched out on the rack, hot pokers galore.
She can only see the effect her light has in his eyes.
Her tender voice gives life to the bones.
Her loving touch soothes the scars he wears.
Her need for him in her life gives him purpose.
If only for a short while.
He holds all that is good in life and hands it to her.
He gives thorns to this rose so that she is safe.
He teaches her to love and trust
To be good to others, but to be smart as well.
To be smart enough to see thru illusions.
To be courageous enough to challenge.
To be caring enough to give of herself.
To be strong enough to endure lifes heartaches.
These things he can no longer do he gives to her.
She learns from him as he learns from her.
She teaches him to play.
She teaches him to be gentle with his words.
She teaches him to be patient and not to rush.
She teaches him that he no longer lives for himself,
He lives for her, to protect and nurture.
Again, only for a while.
The King knows that soon the light will come less frequent
That there will be a prince of light that will
Create a new kingdom for her, one not of illusion.
A prince that will sweep his light away forever.
Leaving him alone in darkness,
In a castle filled with ghosts,
Brooding on his throne of bone.
Reliving the illusions that still seem real.
But with the child of lights happiness he finds some peace.
With this peace comes a toothy skull grin.
He is eternally a symbol of a life that once was.
There is no need for recollection, what does it matter?
There is no need for tears, he knows what he is.
There is no need for comfort, save it for the weak.
There is no need for prayers, the gods could care less.
The King of Skulls needs nothing.
His purpose is spent, His destiny fulfilled.
He is eternal in his daughters heart,
That is all that matters.
A symbol of love, life and caring, a symbol of a life that was.

I know long winded, but thanks to my one and only crush Arachnequarius for the critique and the suggestion to post this here novella.

Much love to the stars of my life, in which each of you complete the very constelations in my sky.

KoS