Monthly Archives: October 2015

Capricious King

He regales in the whispering
of his royal court,
Nervous energy charging
through the air,
People watching him with
anxiousness in their eyes,

The king dallies and dabbles
in one fancy after another,
Changing his mind
and his attitude at will,
Keeping his court and
his loyal subjects on edge,

First, he enamored himself
with horse racing,
But then changed his mind
and took to the art of arrows,
Now, he demands to be
entertained by men with
tricks up their sleeves,

They all watch as the jester
juggles his balls and tries
to get the king to smile,
And the king teases the court
and the jester with an
expression that is neither
a smile nor a frown,

Will he react with anger
or with subtle glee?
No one ever dares to
predict how he will react,
For this king is capricious
and also quite cunning,

Finally, he gives the smile
that lets the jester heave a
huge sigh of relief,
As do the people of the
court and the guards,
There will be no mess
to clean up today.




Eyes on the prize,
Trying to realize
a long-held goal,
Resisting the toll,
Keeping strong,
Fighting all along,
Goals held tight,
Not taking flight,

Fierce to the end,
‘Round the bend
awaits the success
of winning no less
than the victory
of sweet reality,

Goals made real,
Serendipity’s seal
on a life led well,
Such a story to tell
when goals great
and small create
such halcyon bliss
Nothing amiss.

BY: Hegemony

Vector to the Heavens

The girl collapses into his arms,
Eyes welling up with gentle tears,
Telling him it’s better this way,
Telling him he did the right thing,
This was their last confrontation,
Their very last struggle together,

Her smile begins to fade away as
he weeps tears of confused pain,
Brushing her hair back, holding her
close as she slowly begins to die,
With her last few breaths, she
reminds him of a dark promise,

She had promised him a sacrifice,
For it was by fate’s cruel hand that
only one of them could even exist,
They were both remnants of the
same person, fragmented pieces
of one persona and one mentality,

Only with her death could their
fractured memories be complete,
Only with her death could they
become one and the same again,
She begins to turn into pure light,
offering him such futile comfort,

Slowly, her body crystallizes and
she drifts off into the night sky,
Becoming but one faceted light
among so many jeweled stars,
Even as her memories merged
with his, he cried out for her,

Such was her courage in the face
of an unspeakable and cruel fate,
This was her final act, a last gift
bestowed to a now grieving friend,
She had charted a vector to the
heavens before they’d even met.

BY: Hegemony

Campfire Chorus

The men gathered up fresh logs of wood and
dumped them into a stone encircled pit,

As they toiled and labored, other men worked
to set up tents of stitched-together animal hide,

Then, in a flash, a hot fire blazed ten feet into
the air and the men crowded themselves around,

They laughed and grunted while feasting upon
roasting meats and pipping-hot bone marrow,

The rosy smell of smoke curled and wafted about
the campsite as they finished with their meals,

Taking turns with their stories of mighty beasts
and miles of traveling, stories of the woodlands,

Sharpening their swords and knives, taking the
time to check their equipment and weapons,

Shedding off layers of leather garments to make
themselves more comfortable for the night,

But not before serenading the wilds with a chorus
of old words and tunes that speak vividly of home.

BY: Hegemony