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Bereavement of the King
Like a chess piece
Standing tall beneath cerulean waters
Waves ebb and flow above
The phantasm upon the ocean floor
A white flag of truce
Embracing the fallen silhouette
A king upon sharp rocks
His only casket beneath the sea
And yet he’s made of stone, so still as he waits
Glistening beneath troubled waters
Bequeathed by light that spills from the sky
Suspended by rotting chains of desolation
A soul carved by wings of the sea
Hollowed under dazzling paintings of the unknown world
Tears streaming down his pale cheeks
Dispersing throughout translucent waters
“But I was left never to smile again,” he cried out
Yearning for a seraph to salvage his tattered feathers
“For tears mean nothing in these waters”
Like a chess piece
Standing tall beneath cerulean waters
Waves ebb and flow above
The phantasm upon the ocean floor
A white flag of truce
Embracing the fallen silhouette
A king upon sharp rocks
His only casket beneath the sea
And yet he’s made of stone, so still as he waits
Glistening beneath troubled waters
Bequeathed by light that spills from the sky
Suspended by rotting chains of desolation
A soul carved by wings of the sea
Hollowed under dazzling paintings of the unknown world
Tears streaming down his pale cheeks
Dispersing throughout translucent waters
“But I was left never to smile again,” he cried out
Yearning for a seraph to salvage his tattered feathers
“For tears mean nothing in these waters”