Tuesday, April 21, 2015


That pile of dried bones
Resting under dust and stones
Is what you will find
When you dig under your throne

That one of a kind
Is just in your mind
You are mostly alone
Just left behind

The coronation seems
Distant light dimmed
The fire no longer shine
Only shadows of dreams

You have chosen this path
You have dreamed it alone
Don't expect old bones
To wake from their death

Don't talk to stones
Wear alone the wreath
Had the journey been an easy one
the mighty blow might saved a breath