From: E. Shaun Russell (e_shaun@uniserve.com)
Date: Sun Apr 06 1997 - 17:45:32 MDT
Here's something fresh out of my recent revisions...
Carpet King
A naked battle field defies a man what he deserves,
And an open sky of ‘heaven’ betrays a man of whom he serves;
When the war is over, he’ll know the type of song to sing:
An elegy or an anthem --the wisdom of the Carpet King.
What kind of tree could symbolize he: a beech, oak, larch or birch?
What bell will toll for when he aspires to end man’s greatest search?
Will fear not be an asset as it has been long before?
Or will life not be the ‘same again’ as he opens the fifth door?
The spinning worlds of yesterday slow as Gideon Queen resides,
And a rouge red rug riles rioting rogues as Carpet King presides;
The earth will stay flat if the gods are assigned to do his own bid,
And evil can stay (but not today) for good shall not be rid.
Tonight’s the night for fan and feast for Carpet King has won,
Though he didn’t see the battle he knows the outcome, ‘tis time to have some
fun;
The brittle walls are down for now --Carpet King’s feeling gay,
But the morning brings a blackened mask and a hungover exposé.
Stallions and steeds have done their deeds but he’s all to blame,
Liberty’s abolished as the throne prevails, but none can remember truth’s
name;
Elegy or anthem, ballad or hymn which type shall we sing?
Nothing will matter --don’t think for yourself-- it’s up to the Carpet King.
By: E. Shaun Russell
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