Abyss [Spoken Word Poems]

Kings And Queens (Spoken Word Poetry)

    The dinner begins with a flurry of laughter

Clinking Champagne glasses and murmurs of blather

Extravagant and elegant dressed ladies boast about their jewelries and hair

Whereas the gentlemen soak themselves up in pseudo-chivalrous affairs

The King is perched at the head with a charming smile

Speaking of riches and rewards with glamorous pride

Though beneath all that shimmer and charm and glitter

There is just a young boy whose happiness has withered

And the Queen is ever so lively and pretty

Dressed in red royal riches studded with emeralds and rubies

Yet no one knows how the crimson running through her veins

Bleeds every night drop by drop through the cracks of her pristine skin

The dishes are laden with envy and pride

It all tastes like ash and sadness to the tongue and the mind

Though every lady and duke and heir praises the platter

As its better than to crack open those layers of false laughter

The court jester with his antics and jokes

Makes the guests laugh and giggle an uproar

No matter how hollow that laughter sounds to the ear

It conceals the court's gloomy darkness and fear

Each nod, each giggle, each word and breath

is practised and perfected till no one can see the reality

Because even though the kings and the queens are tucking their pain deep inside

The castles are crumbling

The walls are weeping

The floor is shaking in absolute fear

They would still put on a face to conceal the reality

Because the Kings and Queens, even though they bleed, they bleed elegantly.