Mirror Kingdom

Dark was the night, it was as if

the whole world had been swallowed

by darkness. With only the shining stars

in the night sky punching holes of light

upon the otherwise pitch black world

As if they were raging

against the dying of the light

The prince

wearing a heavy purple silver crown

and blue delphiniums colored

royal British garments

throws a hand-sized metamorphic rock

across the water and watches as it

skips seven times across the shallow lake

forming distorted ripples

Easily bored he climbs a tree

and quickly falls asleep

while sitting on its branches

leaning against the thick oak tree

There he dreamed of events

That had taken place seven years earlier

It was in the throne room where

Father literally had his ironclad boots

on the neck of a common

“Bow your head and fall in line

because I'm the king

And you’re the peasant

Don't you know you should

always bow your head to power?

Now shut up and kiss my ring”

When Father’s boot was taken off of his neck

The commoner got on his feet

Kissed Father’s ring

And cowardly bowed, to the crown

Egyptian style

The King turned and saw his son

Hiding in a dark corner of the throne room

His son reminded him of himself at that age

Innocent, weak, malleable, & power hungry.

He had hid in that same dark corner,

when a similar scene had unfolded

with his father decades earlier

The king said to his son

“A good king knows not to be a

King George the third

And crush the rebellion before it starts”