FAIRYTALE, part 1
The other side of sanity,
I stood before the throne.
Just looking upon Vanity,
Condemned to life - alone!
Lifeless eyes shaded to pale blue,
He bore a plastic crown.
A jester's joke rung ever true,
Demeanor of the clown!
The diadem, a silhouette
Of hope pointed on high.
By the addiction of roulette,
A Monarch can't deny.
He spins the wheel, the kingdom falls,
Now stood to disarray.
Nobody wins within the walls
Of self-righteous decay.
The past rules now, upon dark horse,
Poison scepter there claimed.
Unto the joust holding discourse,
Till honor is defamed.
By passion bled, by crumbled hope,
Nay, lightning's silver wing.
We count the dead but not the scope
Held to a fallen king.
By gauntlets shed, by swords laid bare
To battlefields of ghosts.
Stand we, tempted beyond all care
To share our maddened boasts!
The toast, herein, to anarchy,
For all cherished now dies.
Kingdom, therein, of Fallacy,
Love's fairytale, but lies.
For all behind was dark and drear,
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.