“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

21 Kings

There is a place with unlit halls

And falling pillars, and wine stains

There is a long table; and chairs, twenty-one chairs

And so sit the skeletons of twenty-one kings

The one at the head, with the greatest crown

And the biggest cup, and the largest ring

The coward that began everything

After the doors of the palace broke open

To be stripped of his power

And to suffer the ridicule: unbearable

Twenty-one cowards, one bottle of poison

And the big cup, shared amongst them

There were twenty-one sips between them all

And they stayed there, waiting for the end

The convulsions began, and gasping

All the fallen rulers started dancing

They twitched, seized, but silently

And when the victors entered the room

They were met by frozen, grotesque faces

And the spirit of death

 

 

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

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Comments on: "21 Kings" (1)

  1. Wonderful description to this poem…You could have been there, watching the scenario unfold…xx

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