Heavy is the Head

by Cantchangeme   Mar 23, 2020


The Keeper of uncertain worlds
Spins the dice and rolls the wheel
Passes the gun to The Lord of Numbness
Through shaky fingers tells us how to feel

Slovenly he seeks us in our sanctums
A potent apparition of oppressive fog
The Raw Blue King who wears a crown
The Breaker of Clocks himself now a cog

The Bringer of Fire sleeps safe and soundly
Resting with no need for his napalm flame
The Light Holder will kneel at the coronation
As will all those that speak it’s name

The Faceless Scribe etches for the eyeless
In the present time weird and absurd
The old gods and old fears never written
Lost to the weight of the spoken word

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  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    In these uncertain times this is really fitting. Heavy is indeed the head that wears the crown. We all hope they are making the right choices for us all-

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