April 12, 2011
the memory that climbs his heart, 
seized by mind and torn apart.
at last he cries, he can't remember
the name that forced his love surrender. 

metallic orbs of spindly crystal 
sting his lips like cursed thistle,
for crown has lost it's place in head,
it's timeless jewels have now been shed.

you see him crying, on his throne,
do you have a younger brain to loan?
king in castle, his threshold none,
when he can't recall what all he's done.

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