only the jester would know

flags of the labourer

fade under the rule of the unlit.

the echo of a ruler’s speech,

falls flat and succumbs to an unforseen emptiness.

the throne gathers dust and reigns in a mist.

the court jester’s laugh fades away

while his fables drown in the darkened dungeon.

flags of the labourer

fade under the rule of the unlit.

 

 

c. 2015  bgw

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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