The Fall

Sitting upon a throne of salt
Tears stream, blood flows, misery lies ever present
Behind them, mobs cry out in pain
In front of them, mobs bow down, infatuated
So oblivious, naive, do they not see?
The people that "love" them do so will-less
Yet understand not, these half-wit kings
With their astute minds

Reviews

[Larul]

Took me a minute to comprehend it. Very VERY good. Never had more than one of those before. Even though it is short, it gives more than enough information and emotion that it's kinda over powering. Keep up with the good work!

[Angel]

This one is over my head, I'm afraid.