Echoes the Day
By: Adam M. Snow
Alone a man in sealed door,
Seldom spoke the words of bore,
Besought the world, the endless flutter,
With words vivid his tongue would utter,
"Who am I the world berate?
Lonely being of pure slate."
Spoke himself reflection shown,
"I be king of land alone."
Spoke himself reflection shattered,
People laughed with stones they battered.
Contemplate the giving king,
Expire life in new born spring.
Dreadful the forgetful past,
Many gathered, all in vast,
To hear the king speak once more,
Opens now the chamber door,
Approach the ledge for all to see,
He proclaims, what is and will be.
The people rant, the king goes on,
Open lips fell words upon,
No starry skies within his realm.
"But I alone not overwhelm."
The people ranting, mocks the king,
They cursed and rant as they sing,
'Kill the king, deceitful one,
Purge his heart for what he's done.'
Sinister hoar decreed the flock,
Midnight's hour charms the clock.
Fury rage the crowd umbrage,
Demands the king gallows ridge.
The king pleads for mercy so,
Many people vowed death bestow.
Waged the blunt massacre disdain,
Of all his past once tainted plain.
The people spat and dragged the king,
They cursed and rant as they sing,
'Kill the king, deceitful one,
Purge his heart for what he's done.
Shun the king for all his wrongs,
Into Hell where he belongs.'
Wandering noose upon his neck,
His feet dangled bit above the deck.
Door open, his body fallen,
For all the life he had stolen,
His legs kicked until all is still,
Crowd tainted by untimely ill.
The king essence now laid to rest,
The valley people now danced and jest.
Woken in chambers limp and numb,
Twas a dream of what yet to come.