the king is dead
I know
for it fell to me to end him
with my noose I strangled
until he was gone
I wished him only good
you know
I truly bore no malice
but when the stars align
their circuit complete
each must play his part
and so
done is done
long live the new king
see him glorious
hail his rise
how very alive he seems
and so much to do under the sun
while at night the flickering messengers
are already trekking away
each day his deeds I oversee
rejoicing
each night
my noose and I gaze up at the stars
and wait
for the time when they align
in a call to duty
once again
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The first lord\\\'s song is taken from an unpublished mythologically inspired series of poems arising from repeat exposures to the work of the late Joseph Campbell.
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Good write Frank.
Thanks O.
Good work - you keep coming up with some great pieces Frank.
Thanks Michael. We're surrounded by stories, IMO. It's grand to try catching a few of them.
Ah yes...Joseph Campbell!
I was introduced to this
intellectual in 1988...
THE POWER OF MYTH
“Follow your bliss and
don’t be afraid, and doors
will open where you didn’t
know they were going to be!”
This has resonated for me
ever since!
Yes, reading his work opened me up to mythological themes. What a great phrase he coined! You can't do better.
Cheers.
😊
"Done is done" ... So fatalistic , but true. Particularly when the deed is done by you.
I believe that may be a poem!
Really enjoyed this write about the self-appointed executioner, Frank!
I think you're onto something, Louis!
Thank you.
Great write
Thanks Tony. Cheers.
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