Born a prince, raised in a castle
Mother was kind, father was mad
A king not above, eating his young

To live, I grew smaller
Weaker, more bent
On self destruction
With each year

Then one crimson morning
Fate hurled me into battle
Like a spear

I lived in the company of demons
Marching through landscapes of terror
Villages burned, crows pecked carrion
Howls of lamentation blew through the air
Like madrigals and monks chanting prayers

Courage, an unknown flower
Grew from inside my despair
Compassion emerged
From the darkness
Of my cruel and damaged heart

Miraculously I triumphed
And was awarded with the throne

Now must I become a righteous king
Wise, gentle, brave
How shall I be it if I have never seen it?

ElLagarto ElLagarto
56-60, M
8 Responses Aug 4, 2007

Thank You BLL. Of all the poems I've ever written (many) this is probably closest to the bone.

More than enough. Like a candle in a dark forest.

:) (I hope a smile is enough.) :)

Thanks for the nice words, and the encouragement! You are correct. My daughter is a Princess, and has been guiding me in important matters since the very beginning.

Just wonderful.<br />
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You can be it. Your daughter, your princess, can guide you through.

i often call that poem - my life story in 30 seconds. written in blood i'm afraid. nice to see you again c, you done been away too long.

"how shall I see you through my tears?"

Merely a moment of mistaken identity. <br />
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For as I wandered through this labyrinth, on the day I completed reading Invisible Driving, I discovered one of the Princes of Serendip. <br />
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"whose heroes were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things they were not in quest of."