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

I pushed the double doors open and  walked in to see worn statues and an empty throne room.


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


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.


Not once did I utter a single word & In exchange for their pleasure. They gave me their pain


Abandoned by a king that doesn't seem to exist, nothing but the stars to keep me company


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


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


I escaped one prison to foolishly sit and wait in another. 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? '