Terra Pax

November 10, 2010

Once, there was a King
of a quiet little domain
he had his sons and his dogs
a garage filled with things
most people hid in closets
under the stairs
a proud lion of a man,
he kept them secret
for his own reasons

then one day, he decided
it was time to find a Queen
worthy of his rusted throne
the woman he chose had
two sons of her own, and
looked for nothing more
than a place to settle

years go by and the King
grows bitter and angry
tired of his life how it is, he
took his frustrations out on
those closest to him
and they took it,
bruises and all,
because they thought he
would become something more
something worth their effort
but men’s hearts are not
so easily swayed
and the ways of his anger
became martial law

a fortnight of battle
swelling from within
until, finally, the climax
the Queen steals away
in the twilight hour
leaving the King a shell
of what he once was

now, the King is dead
no funeral pyre, instead
the towering stack of his own
life’s regrets and mistakes,
piled together as a testament
to one man’s legacy
terra pax indeed