The Cruel Fates of Comets and Kings
Ah!
The cruel fates
of comets and kings.
To bend
around the arc of Archimedes,
swaying and swelling,
to be crowned on its
next flight around.
Followed by trails
with wind in their sails, until
new laws are lain on the land.
They so love the moon,
they would encase it in granite.
Again, they'll rise from their knee
with the next passing planet.
Slung into
the far beyond--
the golden thrones
blaze and tumble
through the
dreams of princes.
Andromeda indeed!
Copyright © Red Barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
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