Stephen Kilmer Poet Free verse

Yellow King

The Yellow King
Flies at night
Never looking down
His gift is the moon
Buttery like a cue ball
He follows it round and round
Takes a bite of the evening night
A crumbling journey to the ground
That follows the stars and uses Mars
As a triangle to the earth
The Yellow King is not of this world
Yet gambles with our lives
For he is just a satellite 
Revolving around our lives
And when his cycle ends
He falls to the ground
But the cycle begins anew
And he will rule the night 
For his life is death
And death is life
That's why he circles the moon
For he is the Yellow King
The King of the night.

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Poet Destroyer A July 9, 2014 at 12:06 AM Hello Stephen, Congratulation, on having your poem featured on the soup's home page. Always & Forever ~LINDA~

Vicky Tsiluma February 11, 2014 at 5:50 AM Beautiful write! I love the imagery. 'The Yellow King' - how fitting especially when you state that the Yellow King is not of this world but somehow he affects our very existence. Human beings can only but marvel at the celestial creations. Well penned Stephen! Stephen Kilmer February 11, 2014 at 7:42 PM Vicky, thank you so much for your kind words. I really appreciate it. It's always rewarding when someone enjoys and "gets" your work. Thank you so much. ~Kilmer