On solstice night atop the hillside,
stand with eyes to the west
and watch the death of the sun...
Red eyes in the distance
looking over a sea of light to the westwall...
Anyone can buy enough wood to build a throne
And sit upon it wearing a paper robe
Head bowed beneath the weight of a cardboard crown...
The world comes through as reflections on glass
And I wonder what those on the other side see
If anyone exists in the room beyond the window
Longing as I do to step off the ledge...
The land is sick where they touched it
The evil ones, scorned and forsaken
Destruction the price they paid for treachery.
A trail of ash leads north to the dead lands...
It stares defiant across this crowded room
And the faces between us are invisible
The barrier of insurmountable time crumbles
Walls heaving with the weight of a thousand stories
The realm has crowned a new kingBorn under stars devoid of prophecyRaised not as warrior, mage, alchemist, or princeGiven reign over no subjectsGranted no quest to seek glorySpoken of not in fear, reverence, or aweScion of the Earth; veins filled with no royal bloodYet now standing at the altar of truthBowed to by invisible masses… Continue reading Coronation