A poem inspired by The Prince of Night Winds.
Computer King
The whole thing is a scandal
Lions in hedge mazes, with a penchant for
Raking up hazard pay
Do you know how many beasts a king can overcome without his army?
But you sit behind your wall, a pane of glass between you and the pain
And you say that it’s better to rule in paradise
Than be born into hell
Son of money
Take what you can, because there are elements in nature you cannot hire out
You are not, the voice that sings to fire
The keeper of the cold
The secret under the earth
Or leviathan, (may he forever boil the sea like Campbell’s soup)
These are games, not the ways of the world
And, if these shadows do offend
Cry into the dark
It suits all of us better when you kneel
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