my one true King

[ohimekizu]

My precious King sits upon a collapsing throne
none other than his own
his voice has broken
but my love, stronger, has awoken
he mourns the loss of his empire
of a time when he was remarked higher
upon his head totters a shattered crown
and on his angelic face taints a frown
he is framed by his antiquated souvenirs
my King's song would whisper into my ears
telling me of the cruelties of the world
atrocities I would avoid trapped and forlorn
locked away in my frozen dungeon
his voice would fill my lonely self with hope and passion
come my King I shall give you a new crown
from my admiration and daisies it is woven
I'll take your dilapidated throne and incinerate it
come sit with me in this bed of roses and have tea for a bit
I'll gather the tears you've shed
and mold them into a strong frame for your bed
lay your heavy head upon the pillow of my lap
sing with your broken voice, the one that kept me company while I was trap
ignore your ostracized kingdom
and create the blissful live you've dreamed, come
let me be the casket of your melancholy
and the key to your heart wholly
dance with me showered within the light of the stars that expand like seas
and let me see my kingdom reflect in your dark eyes