I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world…
a carnation affectation
a wilted dahlia efflorescent
in the temple about to fall—
redemption in the fray
a sovereign right surrendered
a prayer lost to the demons.
who would i be if i failed
these chevalier discrepancies
and gave to defeat my all?
‘tis nothing but a feint allusion
a fiery sleight of hand with which
even archangels cannot summon…
night cries; a knight is interred,
remains scattered to eventide mourn
and ashes buried under dungeons.
baleful messengers cease to return
as the crown is abandoned in rusted thrones
towers and castles—and a legacy long gone.