it was not far

that King Roy broke

among stars and scattered smoke

where mind fell short

of its final goal

and buried its body

without its soul

now all the subjects have scattered

across the dreams he helped collapse

his kingdom tumbling further

into the gloom of “not knowing”

prophecies and laws

strewn across the festering doom

now he is synchronized

with the fiery red moon

on its surface

there is a darkened spot

only his closest sycophants

are still willing to tolerate and endure