| Prior to this State of Affair
once blessed in Sovereignty and Supremacy
as Sun kissed wings with vibrant radiance,
and Sea greeted me with waves of Turqoise,
now I am Curbed Confined, mocked and teased
by this saddening race called Humanity.
if Poet would see state, would write on Audaicty
sauced in Valor. Monarch placed on silver Throne;
wings no longer broken, Dragged Oars,
nor pipestem thrusted down Esophagus.
Words would have Disastrously Botched
to give accurate depection on Mine state.
I may have continued to Reign in Skies,
over Clouds of Silver. Yet, though I'm brought
down by Man, and his States and Clauses,
it is He who shall imbibe, my dexterous deadly Poison. |
