Love is a ruined emperor
presiding over
a broken kingdom of regret and
promises lost
forever searching empty rooms,
burnt fields, looted corpses…
looking for faded fortunes
what
once
was
imagining parades,
brightly lit
ballrooms
throbbing bass beat of
joy and abandon
now wondering at the hubris
a wicked, corpulent
fullness of assurance
when doubt
didn’t exist
until
it did…now
waiting for a new age
an invading
campaign of light
and love
and the rising
of a new throne.