The Moon King

Poor little Moon King trapped inside a gilded cage within the marble prison walls the cage is painted and the marble held up with balsa wood a fake fairy-tale façade castles in the clouds ladies in classical poses battles never won nor even fought locked in frozen frescos as trapped as the poor little Moon King forever insulated from the cruel sisters modernity & society having anything you want except what you really need the sisters cannot let you bare flesh and soul crying to sleep in the silken cradle an empty shell an unnatural fondness forbidden yet tasted behind the closed door a self-deluded love lost among luxuries Oh Ludwig how you wished so hard the sun would shine on your chivalric dreams but alone lamenting at the balustrade you are the Moon King forever in plaster and paint cloud-covered out shined hag-ridden highness hiding behind a pile of stones and pretty colours poor little Moon King