The Fallen King
He stood in the light, burning
gleaming and streaming,
from the brim of the stadium limits.
Scepter in hand, and a voice of peace,
resonating beyond...a shut ear.
But we'd see
Echoing through dimensions, spiritual and electric.
He reached..and drew tears
oozing from a common grove. Now claiming a salty ocean,
Trickling from the vibrations of a king. The king
of hearts, of song, of dance...whom walks tonight
in sentimental tombs, amongst stellar heights
Gliding the galaxies, Moonwalking stars.
And we'd see and we'd wish...
He left alone, rising bar
covering up our inflicted scars,
Whipped by words, tiring glares, conversating with misunderstanding rears
and smiling still, this smiling king
sleeps tonight...
laying the sceptre down
this king sleeps tonight.
Resonating still...
Blanketing..
Resonating still....
Healing...
Resonating still.
This is it...It never came
We saw, wishing upon a star....once on earth.
-S.T.A.G.E.
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