long live the king himself
the king of reading stories.
not so much, fables
more like day to day life
it is not the norm in literature he enjoyed
--
when the book is over
the king closes it up.
he speaks in a foreign tongue relaying the plot and highest points
as well as the lowest
(which he chuckles at)
back to the main character.
the character smiles
laughing on occasion
then the world grows dark and the king,
with humongous wings soaked in jet black soot
arise
engulfing the character
taking them to their ultimate home.
he opens a new storybook
hunting down all different genres
because diversity is cherished in hell.
YOU ARE READING
breathe {poetry}--
Poetrythis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
