The Starry Skies

  Courtiers come and courtiers go Kings have ruled before our own Rulers come and rulers go Courtiers remain walking these halls Weeping crying aching halls You can maintain what must be fixed Repair the damage caused by time You cannot repair the memories, trapped Within the walls, within the sides Within this palace of jagged, broken stone Death and birth and cycles all Nothing remains the same The only constant in this life is change Change in heart and mind and soul Change in culture that changes woe What's happy now could be later sad Death was once celebrated as a stepping stone To a life beyond what we currently have Now death is feared and souls it hurt This kingdom's death was fast approaching Till our king united the lost souls But I still firmly believe Soon this kingdom we'll be mourning Day and night I entertain Guests that come and go Everyone's here for their own gain I've come to find my predecessor's notes I agree with what he said On principle ...

Long may he reign my people's king For all our sakes a dynasty he'll build I see his court rambling and rumbling Struggling to maintain an ounce of lies For the king's truth outweighs them all I see his vizier stalwart, never stumbling I see the people's queen focused yet kind What folly shall all of them befall I see them often as I entertain Them or the masses or the guests that arrive I see the truths within the lies I see the falsehoods behind the smiles I see the nobles and elites Vying for favour from our king I see him favouring them Not for bias but for political reasoning I was born among them Once I walked the paths they did People so pampered their growth is stunted I once wielded the same power they possess Not once did I turncoat back then Except for my and mine's own benefits Today I see it all true Everyone so worried about their little matters of estate No one uniting to solve the problems of the state And to what end do they wield their scarfs and s...

Hers was a duty unlike any other A queen tasked with protecting her king's soul The weight she carried for him, while being a mother The people's favourite ruler, the Queen of them all She strolled through the castle time & again Checking on the staff, one at a time While the king worried for his people's lives She took care of those surrounding them, hearts & minds No issue went unsolved, our Queen loved them all Though she had to start retreating when her boy became four She was the main educator, stern yet kind Her hands served both as punishment, but more often as guide The boy learned quickly, but was wild Entitlement seeped through his skin And who could blame the boy For when you're born in familial wealth Having not to crawl or scrawl Having not to run for the wood The boy was born with a golden spoon Literally, I must add, found in his booth His room was a haven for any child Any want or need he had, did arrive So she found herself in a conjunction Must...

Today is the fifth week from the darkest night The king remains bed-ridden I must attend to more and more Of matters for which I care not But my king's orders are to be followed He knows best after all I follow him best I can To know, to learn For one day I will lead these people too His son is long-gone, and no heir apparent remains He claims his son will return But I know that's just an old man's hopeful tale The king's wise, calm and secure But he calculates oh so poor It's why I'm here For every time he steps into the streets Someone could make an attempt on his life So I ensure the streets are clear I ensure his safety's paramount always And yet sometimes he evades my gaze He sneaks out and is always safe I will never understand the gift this man possesses... For a man to walk among the commonfolk unabashed and unafraid He possesses true courage, or foolishness But my king's no fool Today is the seventeenth week from the darkest night The king's...

Long ago did a king rule A king just and kind to all His son was a vagrant, so long gone No heir to the throne of thorns The king proclaimed his son his heir But his son was nowhere to be found The king walked the streets ensuring His people's welfare and safety He'd listen to all inquiries presented And solve what he could of any mystery The king cared not for drink or dance Not for bedtime companions beyond his queen The king only cared for the throne of thorns Knowing that only when you sit on it for too long You get comfortable enough that the pricking no longer hurts The king drew his sword when the war did come No bandit nor barbarian could stand in his way He expanded to newer lands and held more power and sway But his expansion was never militaristic He never stole resources nor took control of people's lives Instead he tried his best to improve that which he touched A Midas who knew how to manage his affliction His mind knew vast His body was all might His heart wa...

Enlighten me to the path I've walked along for years Find me charting out a course about which I know very little Emboldened by a flame that went out and never returned Surviving a warpath on which missed me many a missile I walk alone, sometimes accompanied By shades from my past I walk among the ruins of my own harmonies Observing the dried leaves of my pastures once green No music to cull the noise No noise, cause there are no herds I walk along among it The loudest silence I've never heard Find me if you can, I cannot find myself I know not myself I know not who to become I'm so damn burnt out from the time spent I will one day become something great Or so I often whisper about my own end And to what end do I toil and strive Malleable of spirit, frozen in time Friends all moved and evolved They're greater version of whom they once were Yet I'm mostly the same Everchanging and malleable, often shapeshifting Yet still the same Many carry my name None carry it like...