Kingship

Voices once free
Now in shadows, they quietly whisper
As harbingers of kingship rise up,
Shadowed footsteps tread lightly
Through the corridors of power

Compassion…

Once a principle of sentient life,
Now a mere trickle of its once flowing river,
Consumed by the desert of indifference.

Love…

Rapidly becoming extinct,
A ghost of what it once was.

Kindness…

Withheld,
Unknown,
A relic aging in the depths of sand-covered time.

Grace…

Yesterday’s gentle touch of the heart,
Now a vanishing dream,
Replaced by the anvil fist of authority,
Barb-wrapping hearts,
Chaining logic,
All in the name of order,
In the guise of control.

Yes…

Here are the harbingers of kingship rule,
Embracing a crown heavy of fear’s weight,
A throne built atop the ashen cost of freedom.

Yet…

In the darkest night,
A spark stands ready
To re-ignite the flame of hope,
Pushing forward the yearning to be free.

For even in the murky shadows of tyranny,
The human spirit accepts not defeat.