When Kingdoms Collapse

When Kingdoms Collapse
© Surazeus
2026 03 10

Chronic concept of the fortified mind, 
compiled from facial circuit of blank fate, 
contributes to spate of unlicensed fame 
contained by keyword of improved impact, 
based on fair complexion of my grim mood 
which notifies my colleagues of the news. 

Unfractured friendship of forgetful faith 
reveals my desire to prepare canned goods, 
jars of peaches, applesauce, beets, and pickles, 
because I must stock basements shelves with hope 
that I could survive collapse of the state 
alone on prairie of my nameless ghosts. 

Young woman with long hair flowing in wind 
arrives with the hurricane after dawn, 
and gives me book of ancient fairy tales 
that tell strange stories of powerful gods 
who play with humans as puppets and pawns, 
so I turn my face to gold fields of wheat. 

Heaping bags of wheat on the wagon plat, 
with four sturdy wheels Helios designed, 
I transport goods to warehouse of stone walls 
where the Loaf Ward buys bags of wheat with coins 
of gold stamped with face of Phoebus Apollo, 
so I forge coins into crown with twelve rubies. 

While driving black car down the dusty road, 
teleporting in time machine of hope, 
I wonder at the speed I race away 
far faster than the swift-galloping horse, 
then lean against the brick wall of the bank 
and sing folk songs while I play beat guitar. 

Death comes to me as the woman in black, 
with eyes that flash bright as the Morning Star, 
who gives me my heart trapped inside the rock, 
which she breaks free with hammer of desire, 
so I transform into the moon-eyed owl, 
and my heart beats when the mountain wolves howl. 

Maybe I will understand the world war 
being fought between England and Germany, 
lands where parents of my parents were born, 
so my divided heart now fights itself, 
unless I climb jagged mountain of snow 
and cry out to the blind angels of Heaven. 

Let the grandsons of Queen Victoria 
fight each other over the Crown of Jesus, 
while I plow my fields with hands of respect 
and can the produce of my honest heart, 
for nations will rise when kingdoms collapse, 
designed and built by hands of loyal men.