the king sits at his throne while sucking a meal,
while the messenger from the north is striking a deal,
telling the fat king that people need food,
she continues to eat being totally rude,
frustration builds as the messengers wait,
while the king sits eating wondering why dessert is late,
the messenger on the left speaks but interrupted by a slam,
as the king wants his food of glazed honey covered ham,
the servants bring it out full with apples surrounding the pork,
using his hands he digs in deep without ever using the fork,
the messengers sit looking thin but cannot touch,
as the king eats more and doesn't care about too much,
filling up as the messengers hold some paper to sign,
he looks down at it while pouring some red wine,
putting his greasy fingers all over the page,
he reads some of the writing then in a fit of rage,
his chest begins to hurt being tight and cannot breathe,
as the messengers get their signature of food and begin to leave,
the king cannot speak so they walk right out of room,
leaving him to cough to death in his own sealed doom.

crystals sparkle against the dark rocks black,
in the cave by the river lead to by a short track,
feeding the stream with magic healing powers to a pond,
she approaches with scars on her body with long hair blonde,
they cut her while she walked to visit her mother,
instead she was stopped by two and another,
they cut her deep in some places more,
feeling the blood stream warmly pour,
dipping her foot into the cold healing waters glow,
surrounding her wounds to heal them slow,
her body heals and refreshed with strength too,
relaxing and thinking of what she must do,
the stream of magic doesn't heal her mind,
so she climbs from the pond prepared to find,
revenge in her heart that was drained of blood,
finding these men to drown their face in the mud,
taking a rock heavy to her fingers grip,
she crushes one mans head starting to rip,
the other shakes with fear but cannot run,
as she kills him quick leaving but only one,
he waits down the road with sword in hand,
she sees him there trying to understand,
swinging his sword she ducks every advance,
for hours it seems they repeat this dance,
he tires from the attack and bows to his knees,
as he looks down on him like a sickening disease,
snapping his neck then letting him drop,
with this last act the pain inside still will never stop,
took away her love of life to steal but never use,
but with the power of strength she could not refuse.

trees grow tall with spreading leaves to capture the sun,
heading to space in a ship studies have been done,
samples and photos with tests repeated in space,
this being the very beginning of the human race,
the scientists gather all the information they can,
with the pilot in his seat with a heavy brown tan,
igniting the engines set and ready to go back to Earth,
with the gathered information as much as it was worth,
a blast from the surface of the sun turns the ship around,
pulling it in they are sucked in the heat to surround,
they merge with the sun instantly to disappear,
then pushed to combine setting a sequence in the sphere,
as the elements are back to their original spot,
the sun then cools from its consistance of hot,
exploding out and destroying all planets in the way,
then sucked inside being the end of the milkyway.

they heard you speak the words from your heart,
invoking the sequence of events to make a powerful start,
using their claws to dig from below the rock,
breaking anything in their way to completely unlock,
reaching out into the air they draw in once more,
shaking off the dirt in their hair and scales pour,
opening their eyes to see the world we know,
igniting in a red depth focused evil glow,
there you stand waiting wondering why so long,
closing the book with a snap that was written like a song,
holding out your hand to command these evil things,
their skin strong with cracked parts merging with wings,
kneeling to serve your rule forever it would seem,
as you are in control of the nightmare to turn it to a dream.

tide of waves with thundering clouds ahead,
rain pours down the cheeks of a down head,
holding his love in death full of pain,
wash away the blood with the splattering rain,
draped clothing in the mud turning brown,
small streams form as he looks down,
crumbled heart beats not more,
but the blood flows to an inch of the shore,
being part of the soil she still lives,
as the sun shines with warmth it gives,
grow into the trees roots spreading leaves,
to live another life watching to who believes.

the cow stands on the field with other cows near,
the birds fly down then suddenly disappear,
a rumbling storm swirls in the distance,
flashing cracks in the sky from static resistance,
clouds cover the sun from bringing much light,
black as darkness shadows dampening as night,
rain falls in hard large drips over the fields green,
as a heavy grey fills the air so nothing can be seen,
a bolt of lightning bursts to the ground,
scaring the cows from the great cracking sound,
when the storm clears and makes a rainbow over the hill,
the cow in the field stands perfectly still,
the lightning struck it deep in the brain,
as it never fell down and just stood dead to remain.

flightless little bird with a broken wing,
now the days are gone to never hear you sing,
pointless to try and save you for the days,
when in nature you would be dead already in several ways,
shaking being cold with eyes closing to sleep,
the breathing so rapid and never really deep,
little bird is a burden to another life by almost death,
as nature takes it back with the little birds last breath,
an egg hatches in the nest with the mother still around,
for it will grow to sing and then again we will hear the sound,
poop scatters my car being the murder weapon in this mess,
was it an accident or not but i must confess.

faces smile in the memories of the mind,
as the times before leaving them behind,
regrets and unforgiven moments fade to shadows of the past,
as nothing matters anymore as though from beginning to last,
the flames then burn all that was left when they were whole,
as the better place to go is where they set the soul,
some place above with others that might be known,
believe in this existence but never have the proof shown,
still there is a reason to believe in this way they give,
just the fact we exist at all and the lessons in life we live.

confined to the dark room only lit for a moment of the day,
hearing the sounds of steps overhead as they fade away,
nothing to think but think of the reason locked in a cell,
never to forget the forgotten purpose only to dwell,
shame in his eyes as they peer in through to look,
only saw him before when they read in a book,
his crime was not told for him to be locked,
trapped in this darkness with living always blocked,
cannot say the words he wants to speak out,
but they come as scaring sounds that shout,
so alone he remains with his back showing strong,
taken from his home for amusement that is what is wrong.

these wounds were deep from being stabbed in the back,
but you were caring and innocent so why the attack?,
maybe your too nice to those that will hurt you quick,
now you blame yourself feeling unhealthy and sick,
closed up those slices yourself with tied string,
you did ok but an infection will spread and sting,
i will cut those off and clean the wound of dirt,
yes i know its painful and it really does hurt,
but what if it was left and the infection spread,
eventually leading to your life uniting with the dead,
now the wound is clean and ill close the skin,
but ill mention something why is the knife still stuck in?.