legion of memories, imprecise,
the crowing sleep when I retreat
a tunnelled-birth where I became,
this, my final end I cannot fear.
the beginning a breasted babe,
new-born prince presiding.
in a rented castle,
towered above the earth in his repose;
signalled his intention to the throne
he to his own Avalon succeeded
watch the dancing emerald flame,
leaves of grass that marked his kingdom’s end.
rise so rapid must contain a fall,
was it when his narrow rule dissolved.
among the tyre-stained streets,
destination sought was solitude.
remained the child until matured,
found a brand new world when he emerged.
thought of conquer now dismissed,
were set on comfort’s bough.
in the cradle had he never rocked,
resulting fall had still not been denied.
hardened heart and cynical resolve
entrance to the common man’s domain.
a cause of much surprise encountered,
is still, to his unending pleasure,
from this simple life contentment blew
the carrying winds that bring him through
reminiscence; and the youth of which
tell has fallen derelict, to stay
‘til the day when, long to come,
tomb-lid cracks to ancestral pries.
is with this incumbent theft,
wake to find no more that blinking light;
nagging voice intent on sacrifice:
betrayal of a relinquished past.