A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Kingdom
Beg me to say the words you want to hear
All my avenues of security are crowded halls, filled with
Monsters
Do they really have to become real or die when the light touches them?
North star, you are my guide through these wild waves, warning signs
Wavering wonders
Wandering through my interior realm. There are many mansions and hundreds of tiny shacks
But you blow a trumpet and ride in like a king on a donkey
In these halls there are
Many pretenders to the crown
Many words that would turn your ice sculpture heart into water
And there are many lines I was supposed to say
But I haven’t said any of them
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