a fool’s daydream | 4 December 2021

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

desires so ignorant,
and worse, cruel;
a prince’s daydreams
looking much like his fool’s

fantasies of grandeur and
a fetish for the throne;
watching his servants
work their hands to the bone

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

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

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