King Dumb of Tragedy

Usually I don't put poems like this on poetic salvation, The usually go elsewhere. But this time I put this on, There is no salvation in this. Well getting it out haha



Imbecile of honor
Painted gold from an elite upbringing
Commanding his would be fairytale princess
To honor his retched heart
In the abasing of her own wellbeing

Knight in rusty armor
Awestruck by her angelic stride
Inspired by the beauty that flows inside her
Ready, Willing and able to honor her beautiful heart
In the celebration of love’s true magical form

Imbecile of honor
With riches to the max
Resources beyond a modest man’s comprehension
Heart full of greed and vanity
Ready to pounce on what
Is already proclaimed as his

Knight of rusty armor
Not rich but gets by
Resources below a princess’s expectation

Yet, With a heart unlimited in value
He strives to do his very best
To make sure she is always happy

He would go to hell and back
To make sure she was safe and secured

Loud this imbecile of honor
Drowning out the words of an honest Knight
Yelling vulgarities to his now broken princess
Tearing her soul apart
But she stays
Because she knows no other way of life

Defeated this Knight once full of earnest honor
Stabs himself straight into his own heart
With the sword he once took pride in
The sword he created with his own blood, Sweat and tears

Safe of any self doubt
This imbecile drenched of ill intention
Destroys her very fragile soul just for fun
Moves onto his next venture
Vanquishing all true beauty
Because his ego needs to be fed

Now crowned King of the fools
The imbecile makes sure
Love is broken
In his very kingdom of dictatorship

No one shall live happily ever after
But him and him alone

The End?
Why?




Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
9/28/11