Speechless ~ Friday, 2 June 2017

I stand in the cauldron water boiling searing my flesh and imagine the natives are getting restless waiting for blood to pour out of my eyes then it will be over this life will have ended and I could not foretell a better way to die than this mode or fashion this remedy to sin to resolve past mistakes in a very hot bath with flames up to my ears who knew these men offered such a gift to warm me from my toes to my crown as king of this domain I thought best to venture forth conquer and destroy little did I foresee my future was in trees hidden from my own spies bound and gagged not a word I spoke to these kind men ready to cast a spell to relieve me of pain in that my blood would seep out of my pores and flow over the edge dowsing the flames by then body and soul drown in my tears unrepentant for years what was the point as king to care for those I've sown into the earth with mirth no love ever have I shown my subjects no joy did I bid them witness in war or times of peace never did they decline to fight for my honor for my kingdom for me but now who dares to come rescue their lord in time before the heat melts flesh from bone too slow in their search maybe this is what they mean by fate being a source divine I have naught more to say words no longer befit a king speechless and dumb