Thursday, December 16, 2010

The Stone King

Up on the purple mountain tops
above the mist covered valleys
Up where the air is thinner
and the sun harser, colder
There sits a stone carved face
A great king of old it might have been
with a high crown, hawk on wing
Now cracked, crumbled
now shattered, now humbled

Long has he sat staring
off o'er the mountain tops
Long has he been glaring
wondering how he lost
Long has he sat remembering
how once they bowed
how once he was king
Long has he sat
the high crown on his head
the hawk staring with him
off across the purple mountains

One day the rain will dissolve
and wind blow away
what makes him still a king
Some day he'll just be a rock
faceless, crown-less, cold
Up on the purple mountains
















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