The King of Nothing

rescue me

the raging tower in burning air rises

in its bleeding mist

in their purity

white birds in white wind soar

swan move slowly in the moat reflecting

from the lone window a clouded face an image

 

sinking struggling below the surface

held against my will 

held only by myself 

the trumpets blare

the herald shouts in his loudest voice

the kingdom shudders

all bow hail to the king

of nothing

JPPestana

The King of Nothing

1.23.2022