you being the prince
of a dying dynasty
lavish flowers upon
your courtesans
and fling praise
at your artisans
to give the king
a reason to smile
in your egotistical way
dancing amidst lotus
blossoms on the
lake named for you
bouncing stars from
hand to hand under
the sallow tainted moon
and with your penchant
for drama you gave
in to the call
for war in a land
known for blasphemy
and pounded that
stake into the
putrid heart of men
while trying on coats
that were far too large
and asking for your
vanity to save you
from all of your
imagined ailments
you bought yourself
a dream in a hopeless
smoke filled jar
and left us to fend for
ourselves and we given
to overindulgence
weep those tears
of ignorant bliss
and call your name
to the heavens.....