(ep.1) Become of: King Eflat B B-Aflat B

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So softly I wallow for return that will become,

all who have apposed will surrender- forth comes the monarchy I so desire.

Since the age of my time, I searched for it-

only to find a small broken throne.

The throne was scorched and painted of the deepest blue,

it loomed over me and gave its words of approval.

When I accepted the throne as my own-

it consumes me with more.

 

As the shadows that form behind me take a breath,

the front of me comes to the back-

and when I see the final moments of my certainty,

the shadow has already existed to point of immortality.

 

I ask for all who will forgive my sacrifice,

forgive my sanity,

and forgive my humanity; 

will forget my fallacies

 

finally,

will I sit and ponder forever,

will I sit with shadow cast on my face,

will I sit and embrace the shadow's game,

will sit with my sacrifice of this throne-

 

for I have become of a king of shadows, 

and I have sat on its thrown.

 

  • Author: Elias (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 9th, 2021 19:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: A story of an individual and their becoming of a king... *relevant to the recent poems: this one is lasting
  • Category: Short story
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  • haleyalexis

    Love it 🀯, can't wait for part 2,πŸ₯ΊπŸ˜„



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