Death in the family

4 Jan

Endings and beginnings
The story runs its course
They stitched islands together
Built treehouses in the clouds

I am the queen, and you are the king
This dog, this cat, this child
are our gods, our subjects, our foot soldiers

but the heavy kingdom leaked magic daily
production slowed and stopped,
wasted magic drifted about abandoned warehouses

They found the island eventually
frustration and boredom came in on silent wings
and made their home in the eaves

The queen went on a journey
leaving the keys to the kingdom in his care
and then the third bird joined its friends

betrayal flew in on poison tipped wings
soft as a woman’s whisper
serpents felt it’s shadow and screamed

in the silence of a moan it landed
and nothing was the same
ever again

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