The Throne On the Beach

Plodding slowly across the sand
Walks a man his head hangs down
While clutched in his withered hand
The remnants of a broken crown

Soaring over untamed land
Tolls a bell across the town
Shaking legs barely can stand
Upon the man's face twists a frown

Memories come and memories go
Like the glaring sun and howling moon
As the ocean tides ebb and flow
They’ll wash away his footprints soon

Time reeling back a solitary day
When he was young and he was bold
He use to laugh and use to pray
When on his face joy was told

Wouldn’t be caught or be tame
Couldn’t be bought or be sold
Not by lies nor by fame
Not by power nor by gold

Traveling across the realms of men  
His drifting life was his own
Content he trekked where and when
Though he traveled all alone

He wanted nothing cared for naught 
Until he came across the throne
It quietly summoned up his thought 
Sinking its roots to his very bone

Standing vacant made of stone
It cooed its siren like a tune
Beckoning with its alluring moan
Glowing bright like the harvest moon

Overcome by simple fatigue
It held him in its gilded lie
Powerless to go another league
Promises given he couldn’t deny

He took a sit upon the stage
As the hourglass sand began to run
His fate scrawled across the page
As the nameless one cocked the gun

And trying with all his might
To rise as the day began to fall
Eyes now open to his plight
Found tangled in a labyrinth hall

Finding himself drowning from the weight
Stumbling in the failing light
Trapped in life’s unforgiving fate
Now it’s too late to make it right

A crown of cost laid on his brow
Thrust upon him with putrid hate
Nameless One forcing him to bow
Living hell served on a plate

Clinging to his dying hope
Begged for answers at heavens gate
Gripping an unraveling rope
His life, his choice did confiscate
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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March 2, 2011 at 6:21 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved poetry being featured on PoetrySoup this week Jeremy. Love, Carol
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March 1, 2011 at 4:53 PM
Congrats on your featured write, Choices always seem right at the time. Hindsight's 20-20. Vince
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February 27, 2011 at 4:24 PM
congrats on being this poem being feature...it's well deserved :)
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February 12, 2011 at 6:31 AM
wow,, liked so very much :) Jen
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January 24, 2011 at 4:04 PM
vrey nice my friend thank you for sharing my dear friend
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