Silent Kingdom
A fallen kingdom of gloom
The murky lands glisten with doom
A lonely road, deserted by time
So perfect now, this kingdom is mine
I paint the moon from memory’s will
The swirling fog keeps my heart still
I’d count on truth, but all light is gone
The only fact is that I breathe on
I wake again, somewhere inside
This kingdom speaks the darkest desires
A grave recalls nursing my pain
The tombs beneath all know my name
A thousand years, decaying in sin
Another hour is a hundred within
A mirror breaks every time I recall
I used to smile; I had life before
I wake again, what was it I found?
The scent of pain, and once more I’m bound
This kingdom knows too much to talk
Now I sleep in graves, as silence befalls
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2009
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