Chameleon Colors

Disappointment, the pure supreme king has appointed this failure as prince the downfall of deception, never present For a moment, all seemed to be a lyrical epic a stone to float upon a bed of feathers transformed to a feather weighted by stones How distasteful, how many moons must disaster commence luck was thought to be in season but why contest it no answer given says the boy turning man attempting to storm the doors of happiness pleading for its consent the boy turning man recklessly searches for love creating a barricade of flowers and paper hearts cradling a gemstone manifested into a human being A jester, a joker in a deck of cards the losing hand in a game of poker a subtle royal flush in the reduction to the level of dogs demanding and expecting a teasing peek under the dress of the queen of hearts held in such high regard Second best has always been the label outside his quarters the boy turning man but yet to the queen, he wants to be more though his latest fall has him believing himself to be nothing His word, his promises, his virtues are his life blood and sadistically mindlessly he, the sun, melted them like snow This isn't some ploy for attention, this is venting he says as he proceeds to punch his prison walls till knuckles bleed wondering if he pulled the tape from his lips hard enough would his mouth follow suit to make him mute The queen, she's worth the world in diamonds at least in thoughts and in response, she was treated like another common metal Over zealous, he craved to recreate a previous perfect setting but his mind turned static as his lips mimicked the frequency the annoying frequency buzzing like flies behind his eyes 'I'm sorry' echos up to the queen's chambers though it sadly will never be enough the problem lies with him, the problem is unclear Invincible, no, never again Invisible, perhaps forevermore deserves, it's what he's earned his chameleon colors changing from a happy royal purple to a sad, shameful nightly color Oh dear queen, please hear my plea, he says desperately he says I meant you no disgrace, I just forgot my place desired what another was receiving when the disease of jealousy slowly bested me Oh dear queen, can we meet at least a gaze so I can know you've somehow forgiven me he says I'm truly sorry but the queen breaks not her silence only her paint brush for she was painted before golden for her strength, her heart now her outer coat sheds and bears only a blank mirror since now, to him the boy turning man she's invisible if only for the time being and in her wake, he can only reveal his own sadness engulfing him like flames...