King

Horses, gold and castles,
Rooms of treasure to the brim,
Honey-wine by the barrels and food by the fist.
With passions restrained and body able,
He ruled with judgement pure.

Behind that veil of cheerful eyes
His hopes have lost allure.
An abyss of dismal nothing
That darkened clouds obscure.
He has forgotten how to love
And cannot find the cure.

by Garret Woo

3/20/2019