Skulls Of Emperors And Kings
© Surazeus
2018 10 09
When the moon gleams orange over bleeding hills,
three sisters glide on clouds of aching hope
among silent brush toward the shining pool
where they cup their hands and drink the cold light.
Their hands delicate as yellow rose petals
arrange the skulls of emperors and kings,
who ruled vast nations for ten thousand years,
along the river that flows from the moon.
The old woman with hair thick as tree moss
hands the young boy new thick leather-bound book
so he reads the names of all his ancestors
who ruled their nation since the dawn of time.
Their royal names and the tales of their deeds
bleed from the pages of the ancient book,
so he drinks their blood and becomes their souls
with ambition to unite the world empire.
The three sisters carry his fractured skull
and set it down beside the line of skulls
so wind and water sing through hollow eyes
eternal tale of arrogance and pride.
© Surazeus
2018 10 09
When the moon gleams orange over bleeding hills,
three sisters glide on clouds of aching hope
among silent brush toward the shining pool
where they cup their hands and drink the cold light.
Their hands delicate as yellow rose petals
arrange the skulls of emperors and kings,
who ruled vast nations for ten thousand years,
along the river that flows from the moon.
The old woman with hair thick as tree moss
hands the young boy new thick leather-bound book
so he reads the names of all his ancestors
who ruled their nation since the dawn of time.
Their royal names and the tales of their deeds
bleed from the pages of the ancient book,
so he drinks their blood and becomes their souls
with ambition to unite the world empire.
The three sisters carry his fractured skull
and set it down beside the line of skulls
so wind and water sing through hollow eyes
eternal tale of arrogance and pride.
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