The death of a king!
By LordBrosnian
O father can you see me now
Beneath the aery roads
Those forests of divinity
Where secrets are bestowed
Beneath those spired fortresses
which glimmer like the snow
O father can you see me here
Or was the pain so great
That even now your grimace sneers
Behind those golden gates
or dost your crippling demons
rest beside your corpse - restrained
O father do you cherish, still
The laughter whilst it came
From youthful lung - sprang forth
by the amusement of your games?
Have you tasted freedom from
the torrents of disdain
O father have you seen
The spoils of my journeys since
You left, berieved, your family
with a chilling dissonance
And tears deluged the pyre
upon which your corpse was fixed
O father did you hear my cries
Thro'out the rolling waves
upon that ghostly ocean where
no hope exists, they say
That godless place of misery
which robbed you of your flame
O father have you noticed
that I keep your picture close
So much that any friend of mine
hath heard my eager boasts
Of what a man you were beneath
the weighing of your soul
O father how quickly it passed
Those moments which we shared
When I would listen aptly to those
stories most endeared
Then glorify your journeys
'mongst the masses of my peers
O father does it hurt to die
Or is the passing fierce
Does darkness sweep like velvet sheets
Or does light's brilliance pierce
Is all forgotten cold; removed
deluged in hopeless tears?
O father can you show me
that you hear my pressing pleas
I without you is as a forest
robbed of all its trees
I've howled into the winds
demanding you be next to me
O father was it you who saved me
When all light had dimmed...and
in the shadows I betrothed
mine neck to feel the whims
Of notted rope and groundless feet
fixed - strangling with such vim
O father can you see me now
A brave and valiant man
Who draws upon the memories
of you to firmly stand
Who brandishes your honor
Like mjolnir in godly hands
O father How can I repay
the fruitful elloquence
and intellect which you've bestown
unto this boy? and yet
Still you send your blessings
howling thro the placid depths
O father shall I live beyond
That life you shalt ne'er live
Or shall I rest beside you
(in) earth's bosom cold and stiff
Replete with maggots feasting
On the dreams I held - once lived
Or father shall I clench the wrath
Which bolsters fro' mine heart
And swing it like a scithe
tearing our memories apart?
Would you lie broken-hearted
in that realm where souls depart?
Or father could you laugh
to see the irony aflaunt
That both heart's would be broken
both souls crippled, cold and gaunt
To share my misery with you
is truly all I want
So father as I step
Upon this stool to soon betroth
My neck unto the noose I hope
If ever, now you watch
and soon, you too, shall feel
The thieving pain which never stops
Comments on "The death of a king!"
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A former member wrote:
Beautiful. If this doesn't bring a tear to my eye nothing ever will. You have a gift and I hope it takes you far.
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On Thursday, March 15, 2012, MESUN
(230) wrote:
As I read this I couldn't help but see my own father in the words. As you say, not bad, just different. No truer words were ever spoken. I recently had a scare with my father concerning cancer, and this just reminded me to keep the relationship, different as it may be, going. Thank you, and be well.
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On Monday, August 28, 2006, LordBrosnian
(44) wrote:
they weren't bad. They were just different. Like most things we, as poets, feel, see, touch, and taste. thank you
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On Sunday, August 27, 2006, BroKen-GlaSSHeArT
(69) wrote:
wow...talk about bad family relatons, fantastic write though
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On Sunday, August 27, 2006, Rebel_not_Radical
(75) wrote:
~it was harsh but a great write...you must've very hard times with your old man...Very cool
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On Sunday, August 27, 2006, Solace
(1065) wrote:
Despairingly wonderous and filled with magnificent lines...I especially adored the "does it hurt to die" stanza, which held its pace as the entire poem did with unmistakeable ease...brilliantly and flawlessly crafted