To the Kings

Anotace: A sonnet for the self-crippling humanity...

To the Kings (by Jan Elgroth Talvinen)

Snake speech, slaves, solemn smugglers of faith,

Foul freaks of freedom forlorn for cage,

Crooked creatures, creaks of desolate days,

Dim deadly dawn in loath lifeless place,

Prayers of priests for power to hold,

Heavy hearts, howls of horrible woe,

Withering width of wisdom and wit,

Sly smiles, shineless sun suddenly sick,

Severed sore limbs of late lonesome loves,

Life laid long dead, dire dreams of dread,

Thoughts of the Trial, treason and threats,

'Just' judgement a jolt, jester's cruel jest.

Craving for more, mere monsters, that's us,

Kinslayers, kings of ruins and remains.