Of the likes of kings and whores

[roadtofate]

Stripped of his title
A king lays bare
In his battles fled
Of horns not yet sounded
And blades stainless
Within his room
As his castle collapsed
All around him

The sunset today
Is blood red
Like ruby red wine
Splashed across the sky
A beating heart
Exposed
Come bask in
Its fleeting
momentous
glory
Gore for the grotesque loving
Wrapped in fake fairy dust
A spectacular free-for-all

As the chorus sings
And market people chant
The fall of kings and queens and generals and fathers and everybody's aunts
A gleeful cheer
A hardwired jibber-jabber
That runs deep within the flow
Stains spread within the skull
Too tangled up
In the roots
Deeply in love with everybody and everybody else
A cheap whore
Too economical a pleasurable nicety to pass
So everyone gets a shot
In market street
Head-first into boredom
Lungs losing air
In the noise
Hanging with their feet
Wriggling in midair

Fire dances fiery
As sunset comes to dusk
At the end of the day
Unwilling recruits
In the murky waters
Pulled down by moralists
With no morals
But a hole that echoes
Endlessly
Until they bore