The Bone King
I Sawolhord the Thin
I am king of bones, I sawolhord, so scorned
Crowned without the flesh of gold
And blood seeping from my pores,
My temples haloed a barbarous crown of thorn,
My sister lands without a christen to hold,
Are punished by savages on her shores,
And my cousins have blasted and broken the horn,
But I am king of bones, I am sawolhord, so thin of a thing,
I had nothing to feed myself, nor the land I lord,
And my heir, Deorlic, emboldened with honor and gold he hoard,
And his once bravery he has sold in the eyes of gold,
Those passions and him I time again adjourned,
And from my battlements and the tower, it’s throat gorged
With peasants rising temptation to rule something, had stormed,
And from my kingdom the sin of greed was born;
I am still their Sawolhord, how hungry can they be
For my pound of flesh, they crawling claw
And tug at my name and golden virtue gnaw
And it seem like a ham at the bone they eat
I Sawolhord, had turned to meat,
And those savages have lost their law;
I closed it off, and burned the bridge
And lit a fire and downcast turn ,
The tower chimney the dredge,
And watch from the ledge as the pyre churn
And the ashes of those people and the temptations had fled,
And I sat upon the tower, my Throne of bones and smelted stone,
And Luftymea in my breast, a fork to her crux,
Her sultry nature on the plate of drux
And wife eternal of the ethereal tone
With blood to her crown, but in death again the vows said,
And thinning king, I sawolhord, so toremented
So hungry, so alone, with a silly daydream
That I sat in gold and my kingdom in full ream
Turned to bone, with the trance of smoke whir
That filled the air, and jaundice the ether
And my ashes, the ashes of, I Sawolhord, the king
Have rested on the sand where the savages
Have taken the land, with our heavenless bodies bring
As ceremony and danced in a promethean fire
Their bodies dressed with our bones
And mine seasoned in the fire, blaze gold with desire
And a savage on the throne,
Fat, and full, squat on my bones
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Octovo Libra
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And my poetry Hell Is Like A Dog Kennel and other poems
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