written daydreams

the writings of one who will one day be human

[existence-and-otherwise]

Prophecy of the Second King

Philosopher, poet and scholar

All these things and more will you be

Enslaved one, besotted and dragon

All these things and more will you free

From Crown, you to crowns will be driven

For such is the nature of Kings

From ice to the fire will you wander

For fire is the safest of things

A stone in the ocean is meager

A stone in a sling is a life

Though standing alone you are nothing

Your hand will bring end to a strife

Yours is a braiding uncoiling

For even a Fate has a fate

Yours is the coming of mayhem

For even the end must create

How long will you journey to find them?

How long to your life will you hold?

I know not the stories you search for

For yours is the last I have told

[existence-and-otherwise]

So comes again a King

There came again a Tyrant King,

There came again a Tyrant.

We knew him by the crown he wore,

We knew him by his throne.

We knew him by the things he said,

We knew him by his violence.

We knew him by the hate he sewed,

We knew him by his hate.

And so the King, he said to us,

The King he said “Stand with me.”

For if you’re not with me, he said,

My lands are not your home.

For though the lands had been our home,

The land, he claimed as his own.

His soldiers sent, to make it so,

He took us from our homes.

And so we say to Tyrant Kings,

We say what once was written.

We say “Thus Always To Your Kind”,

And then we make it so.

Now comes again a Tyrant King,

Now comes again a Tyrant.

I know him by the things things he does,

The things he longs to do.