An Old King...

The aged passionate eyes of a king,
reflect on the tempered steel of his sword,
while a child is born,-
predestined to be cradled by his fathers throne.

This King, and the sword he holds, is no different than his weary heart,-
worn out by countless wars,-
and though he senses the transparent hand of death on his shoulder,-
he still negates his mortality..

An Elder kings mind, glides across the surface of deep waters,
in search of lands to conquer,-
but his body cannot follow, like a snake without a tounge,
to taste the presence of prey...

His castle walls are sullied with the blood and unfulfilled hopes of forgotten knights-
who's armor once shown effulgentley-
like a shattered sword in the moonlight.

He is a brave mortal, to say the least,
for in his youth he challenged the ordinance of Heavens Elect,
fearless enough to raise his sword against that of Poseidon's Trident and approach-
Quirinus.

He ran nimble and strong through Andromeda's forests.
Alongside immortal nymphs who laughed at his stride.
But within, they admired his resilliance.
For there are not to many men on earth, courageous enough to run with the God's,
or as he liked to do, run ahead of them,-
He yeld while unsheathing his sword for freedom and victory,-
to a heart warming steel tone in the quite solar rays ...
O' the fortitude of his youth he says,, his impetuous ways,-
but the force and current of passions will,-
will always carry the young, to and fro..
His mind, cluttered with the residue of dreams,-
while his heart is full of flames,
and if left unattended may spread to become a wild fire.
Alas!, that has been the downfall of many a king,
reared to fight, dictate and reign,
yet they have no sovereignty in the kingdom of their own hearts.
One must treat his heart, lest he divide his own kingdom,
like the parting of mating doves in mid-flight.

AVISION