By Ahmed Latif
The King of the sea, a lonely soul in a wormhole,
Bequeathed a part of a destiny’s warm scroll.
He reads words written in sand
By a dying outstretched hand.
Words now washed and lost in waves,
Lying forgotten on the walls of caves.
He reigns over a world of loss, a land submerged.
His unearthed hearth has been pugnaciously purged.
An immense empire of engulfing guilt
Made of ideas and flowers that have started to wilt
The skyline scattered with skyscrapers made of bottles,
Full of searching messages written by fossils.
Empty symbols of elevated and stretching loneliness.
Leaving everything behind, just a lonely nest.
His realm is one of an angry peace and a serene chaos,
With corrupted passions, bankrupted morals, and unseen payoffs.
A wordless witness to the worst of mankind.
Atrocities seen by tormented eyes; man in decline.
Books of hate and letters of love in a locked library.
Murder most ostentatious with weapon most primary.
Millennia in minutes, wasted on a whim.
Graveyard to ancients that have deserted him.
His Sovereignty is recognized by a lighthouse on a landlocked precipice.
His Scepter cries for the missing madness of Oedipus.
The King is accompanied by a bitter historian with a volcanic demeanour,
Unheard angels, unschooled fish, truant trout and a venerable dreamer.
Human thought imprisoned in timeless cages,
With shipwrecked titans of past ages.
Tales of estranged partners, broken promises, and forgotten fantasies,
Tossed in the water and sown into soaked tapestries.
Messages in bottles dropped by the hands of time make for soulful reading;
Watching helplessly as horror unfolds makes for sorrowful weeping.
He is a powerless king, a vagrant villain, and a tattooed soul.
A hermit crab without his shell or his love isn’t whole.
He is merely a leviathan created,
And by loyal legend obligated,
To haunt the oceans of despair, drifting curiously;
Pained by the past, the present, and grieving endlessly.
Wherever crumbling horizons and solitary pillars form a tepid sight,
The King of the sea – the herald of ruin and emancipator of ravaged night –
Nods with acceptance in his Kingdom of decay all alone,
Seated on his decrepit and skeletal throne.