A large land owning king from long ago.
Back when honor was something to show.
When you tried your best to take care of your own.
So you could watch how your children have grown
but one day the ominous clouds grew black
and the king found himself with a knife in his back
and his son was left to take up his fight
to scramble down those tower steps one night.
even his son couldn't stop the underlying fate
with all his bottled up rage and hate.
He stumbles and fall on his own rage
while he lets people rot in a cage.
Could his father foresee the surmounting downfall
in this desolate dank dark musty hall?
Was this just a day waiting to happen
while God sat on his perch laughing...

06/12/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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