Iii. King Iii Of Starlight Kingdoms (Long Version) Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Wise I am not, wandering into courtship of starlight lovers & pruned moons without knowledge of either.

When I got there I snuck in and found the main hallway, upon pushing the large double doors I expected to see anything other than what I saw. I pushed the double doors open and  walked in to see worn statues and an empty throne room. I got to the center of the chamber and sat on the throne seeking the counsel of a king.

I brought nothing with me but the clothes that I wore.

To be honest I had no idea what to expect. Nothing was here. I draped one of my legs across the armrest and waited.

Wise I am not, seeking advice from someone I've never met. Nonetheless a king I've never heard of. I got up and thoroughly weighed my options and checked my pockets in case someone did decide to pop up.

I felt ashamed with nothing to offer for wise council, if or when this king decided to show his face.

The place looked abandoned. Old & worn statues, the torn roof where the moon shone through. There was no noise,   not even a creature to put up a fight. Anyone else in my position would have left by now. I am sure of it. But wise I am not, nothing but the stars to keep me company. If not for love I would not be here or even made the journey.

So I sat and continued to sit.

At a time I was a prisoner not only of my own thoughts, but of the insecurities hand wrapped and given to me by the maidens of my land.

Though none discreet as it sounds, I let them shackle me & do as they wished.

Not once did I utter a single word &
In exchange for their pleasure.

They gave me their pain, lured with the smell of something sweet. I met misfortune from that of a kind heart. Life is funny that way sometimes. The moments when you do say something it's actually the time that gets misconstrued. It seemed I was in the same predicament. Abandoned by a king that doesn't seem to exist in empty council, nothing but the stars to keep me company.

They wandered and they played with the stars. I began watching, even following them as they shot through the sky.

I laughed at myself thinking of the one that told me that I should come here.

For three pieces of gold he could have told me to come anywhere else, at least a place more lively.

I guess I would have done the same thing, gold is gold.

Then I began to think if and when this king does arrive he could be furious. Hell he could tell me anything if he does except. Even worse, wage a war bigger than the one I am trying to escape now.

I laughed loudly and threw a rock at one of the stone walls adjacent from the throne I was sitting.

I escaped one prison to foolishly sit and wait in another one. Wise I am not, as anyone else in my position would have left by now. The pilgrimage of my fools gold. To meet someone that doesn't exist. Until I heard a voice whisper 'how often is it that a person meets himself? '