Thursday, May 11, 2017

The Way was Lost

The seer took the mother
Of the crown prince
To his brazier
And altar
They had been lovers
Once and never since
The incense was lit
And the queen mother
Was overwhelmed
By the fumes
Of the unaltered incense
That had come from the most rare
Spices and scents
Found on the darkest night
Under sacred flowers
Planted to remember
The massacres and violence
That had brought the kingdom
To its knees
And in her state
She discovered
The day most fearsome
That would depose the monarchy
And leave the people
In disgrace
With no leadership
And only anarchy