Past Royalty
Would you turn cities to kingdoms, if you could?
Your chariot before the fancy car, if you would?
The crown tumbling down, would you set it back up on your head?
Would you ever lie on linen with worries of tomorrow instead?
If the clock-hands run backwards, would you give chase?
If the golden sands of time glitter, would you stray in your historys maze?
The falling sceptre bringing disgrace, would you stoop to catch it prompt?
Or would you let it fall, fall on the lowly ground, while your dreams are stomped?
When the castle’s mighty bell, tolls with all its will,
Would you keep playing the game of thrones or would you stand still?
When the royal gardens have seen the last of gentle sparrows,
Would you still go back to the dry trees as the trunks narrow?
If the ghosts of christmas past, came back for you,
Would you let them stay and scare you anew?
Would you know the value of a moment when it comes,
Or would you wait for it to become the memory, till you succumb?
Your regalia — brightly shining, ensnaring you in its threads.
Would you curl up in its warm blades or would you fight till all your blood spreads?
Your subjects gather at your behest, would you lift them up this time?
Perhaps, you could deviate and just this once, play mime?
Now your royal procession begins, would you confront the crowd?
Or would you conceal your scarring face, for you are too proud?
But still this royal apologue, is yours to behold and comprehend,
So, tell me, love, would you? Lie on linen with worries of tomorrow instead?
Copyright © Jini Kar | Year Posted 2014
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