all hail the midnight king
hollow crowned thing
draggin dead stars behind him
scattered in faded light
across a torn velvet cape
streetlights burn halos
from rusted poles
gold dancin across cracked asphalt
rainwater gatherin in potholes
handin him a scattered reflection
where he drifts apart
bow down
call this stool
a throne
while the kingdom
gives way before sinkholes
fractures traced
with reverent fingertips
dizzy steps
stumblin toward him
as tho caught in the gravity
of a dyin star
all hail
the neon hours
doors kicked open
music shakin the walls
every stranger followin
wherever he drug the night
drank from whatever
he handed them
baskin in the freedom
of a man who couldn’t stop
mouths to broken bottles
bare feet on shattered glass
wrists wrapped in razor wire
hunger and consequence
sharin a pulse
wide eyes leanin
toward the edge of his collapse
forgotten galaxies dyin
beneath his ribs
stars breakin loose
from constellations
unravelin into the dark
old light wanderin on
still reachin distant eyes
mistaken for somethin alive
all hail the midnight king
standin ankle deep
in gutter water
stars flickerin out
on a cape caked in mud
and still
they hold out their hands
to feel his fire
happy birthday your majesty
straighten your fuckin crown
and give the people
what they came for
smile that smile
the one that makes strangers
wish you belonged to them
let them leave
convinced
you still reign
don’t you dare tell them
they found your kingdom
four years
and eight months
too late
