imaginary thrones (old version)

a lost prince finding his self 
in the court fool;
inspiring desirings so perverse,
no, worse - so cruel

fantasies of grandeur - 
fetishizing imaginary thrones;
watching watch hands wave time away while 
servants work their real hands to their bones

countless claims
to a royal line;
every last one
seemingly divine

a silver chalice
distracted the frauds;
a golden ichor
blessed by the gods

a drop of gold
or all your blood;
that’s the cost to
weather the flood

a kingdom built
upon their ruins;
by animals with no clue
to what they're doin'

toppling their walls,
sounding their horns;
razing their lands for
a crown of thorns.

a prince's bare brow will never bear a crown;
in its place, a mask replaced a face bearing a frown