I am not going to make a list - again
of the things you like.
I am not going to break down
your silent walls just so I can
glimpse the city within.
I will not send
gifts of gold and rare jewels
to appease your princely temper.
Instead,
I will walk with immense care
on the outskirts of your
kingdom, and await
the royal messengers you dispatch.
I will listen when they
deliver words to me - words that
fell from your lips,
and I will imprison them all,
except for one, whom I will
send scurrying, cowering back to you,
tail between his legs.
His compatriots, not so lucky,
I will enjoy skinning alive,
and feeding to my tiger with the coat of flames.
I will wear mourning colors,
and sit of the highest sand dune
that faces your city.
There.
I will wait your next move.
For I have learnt from my
previous petitions,
and this is my great resistance.
I will wait your next move.
For I have learnt from my
previous petitions,
and this is my great resistance.
3 comments:
This simply reminds me of that time, that day when we were at the supermarket at 3am...
I called you the Queen of Queens. And you replied, in that case, I was the King of Kings.
& How the King always w/o fail must present the whole world to the Queen.
You replied something witty, that you can conquer the world by yourself.
Piece de resistance indeed!!
we were so young.. and extremely risky.
how we would end up at the supermarket, getting our fix of cheetos and abandoning our lines that we were supposed to be memorising.
it's crazy how fast time flies.
I've missed you kid.
I missed those old days when we could hang out and play videogames and you would thrash my ass at Halo.
Did you know that I still had that silly tie you’d lent me for that project?
Still here, right here, all the time.
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