The Paper Crown
A poem about revenge
Thank you for your praise I’ve heard you sing before, You will be blackening my name When you’ve seen me through the door.
One day you say I will be King The promises are lies, The paper crown is passed around A palace full of sighs.
I entertain your adulation Present to me a weightless box, I peel away it’s patterned skin Soon my ship will leave this dock.
Full of those thrown overboard The water level rises, Predictably you will be drowned There’s no room for surprises.
Amidst the black and bloody sea Your corpses my foundation, Your song the root of my commandments I shall construct a nation.
