Darkness is all that is felt. <br />The halls are silent and empty. <br />The innards of the black-stoned home, <br />Are dismal and depressing. <br />Dead things sometimes patrol. <br />In the loneliness and silence, there lived a king. <br />There never was or never will be a queen. <br />Royal spawn are a greater doubt. <br />The king sits upon his stone throne, <br />Brooding, remembering, regretting, yearning. <br />But all are just sick dreams that taunt, <br />His angered and sad soul. <br />An icy hardened heart shielded him, <br />From the silence, desolation and darkness. <br />He has no gardens full of roses to, <br />Brighten his dulled eyes and heart. <br />He has no friends besides the dead, <br />No one to laugh or talk with. <br />He has no guests to add life. <br />All who dare to approach are slain. <br />Once upon a time, he was different. <br />There would've been a beautiful queen. <br />There would've been beloved babes. <br />Everyday, the melancholy monarch, <br />Wished he'd die in his sleep. <br />He was insensitive yet sensitive. <br />Even with a new life, only revenge kept him alive. <br />He would continue to sit and wait. <br />Endure the company of the dead and, <br />Joyfully kill the living who hurt him.<br /><br />Lauren Kapusta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/king-of-the-castle/
