There was that time when we could be,
Like kings over a boundless sea,
We ruled over this silent domain,
The sound we brought, considered insane.
But since it was a place for my heart,
Like all good things, it all fell apart.
And then we found, that we were,
Trapped, beneath this ceiling of, dull stars.
With our lost thrones, we now are drones,
Slaves, to that of our once majestic sea.

Welcome to e-mule, CW.


Les

Thanks for contributing. I like the poem. I hope you'll stay and share some more.

A nice lament that takes the themes of the great myth stories, so of course I am automatically drawn to it and will project my sense of the archetypal King,

I am reminded that nearly all of the old fables go to this place of darkness. All men must go there. Then the story continues and the true self, the Inner King, can emerge.

Maybe that's not your point, but the fun of being here is that we get to take from these poems what we want.

On the technical side it seems the last 4 lines depart from the original tempo and rhyme scheme of the preceding 6 lines and I wonder if you intended that or it just came out that way.
Steve