Whose poison fills the wishing well?
Who has a throne waiting in hell?
Whose breath infects the cooling spring?
Whose words drive the dead to sing?
Whose blood moves like a slick disease?
Killing young and old with ease
Who is this man without a soul?
Who lives atop in a black fish bowl?
The Prince
The Prince
The Prince
Let the palace burn







I really like this. Nice
Thanks. Its taken from my new novel. It’s a warning uttered from a condenmed poet to a dying regime. Thanks for reading.