The King in Red

On our knees before the King in Red

we heed the master’s call to serve

From out of his mouth a wild song

and visions before us of our own broken end

lost beneath the rains of oblivion

We saw the madness in those eyes

and still we went to rave against the light

clinging to the darkness that bore us

out of halls of an ornate tomb

where breathe living faces 

colored by the pallor of the dead

all sleepwalking together through shadow

Photo by Murtaza Saifee from Pexels

1 thought on “The King in Red”

  1. “out of halls of an ornate tomb
    where breathe living faces
    colored by the pallor of the dead
    all sleepwalking through shadow toward the inevitable”….. Those dark and lovely lines really got to me… What a wonderful poem, my friend ❤

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