Power Enshrined In Ruin, An Unapparent Fire (2) Poem by Captain Cur

There are those who find beauty in dark themes
In which the stoutest hearts might moralize,
This king seated in majestic slumber
Nursing silence beneath his lidless eyes,
A repose indicative of glory
Gracing his throne, illuminated by
A soft and fading light, what secrets rest
Therein? Stories preceed the humblest lives
And through our existence tightly woven,
Our hopes, dreams, loves and fears. Are they fated
Accomplishments or born of true innovation?

An age ago, his cries broke the moonlit silence of a starry night
Where the pulsing light quivers as veins regular throb,
Outside the palace gates his mother
Placed the kiss of sovereignty on his delicate cheek.
Shadows of wild horses cast against the broad moon
Outrunning weary night, spent energy its own reward,
Then closed their dewy eyes and stood translucent,
Their stature outlined against the grains of blowing sand.

Burning within his infant eyes an unapparent fire,
Quietly fueled by predilection,
Influenced by the linear signs of constellations
As they swarmed the midnight skies;
Their shapes deposited within him,
Molded by an unmeasureable power.
His head pillowed in baby sleep
Pressed against the bosom of his Queen Mother's pride
As they walked beneath the maze
Of a thousand marble columns.