A poem inspired by The Prince of Night Winds.
The Crown Weighs Heavy
Speak your truth to me, sovereign one
Born king and keeper of the cradle
It rocks on top of a tree, which is madness
Because who in their right mind would put a baby in a tree?
I would. And I would be the baby. And I would be the cradle and the tree.
The wind blowing across my own face. The everything.
Ruler and subservient self
And by the gods, you would cast me out
Like words tearing up the page
Like land cracking into space
Like the thought, destroying its own mind.
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