Jung and The Flower

Heavenly Kingdom

There was the time,
I used to live in a kingdom
which was ruled
by the king
and his queen.

I believe
in heaven and hell.
and this kingdom,
was my heaven.

Lived in harmony.
lived in peace.
everything was in their place.
everything was in order.
everything was organized.
no misplacement.

The rulers
of the kingdom
sat on their gold
and silver throne,
side by side.

They were tied
and bonded.
fond of each other.
unseparable.

I stood
beside them,
as one of their
two guardians.

The king needed the queen,
like the moon needs the sun
to shine.
like a flower needs water
to grow.
like humans need each other
to live.

Until one time,
when a beautiful
yet devilish witch came
and casted her spell
to the king.

The king
who always fell for the queen,
was on his knees.
and he fell,
for the witch.

The queen,
who already stood
beside him
and showed
how loyal she was,
felt betrayed
by the king.

The king,
demoted the queen
from her throne.
and instead,
he elected the witch.

Like water and oil,
like cat and dog,
like angel and devil,
that could never coalesce
and would never be anymore.

The queen raged.
she chose to depart
and follow her own way.
her own path.
followed by one
of their two guardians.

After that,
the kingdom
which once was sturdy,
collapsed and fallen
to bricks and stones
that could never
be re-built anymore.

The king and the witch,
both gave me bruises.
mentally and physically.

And I swear
never in a million years,
I would admit the witch
as the king's new queen.

The king
who I once considered
as an archangel,
actually is a lucifer
deep inside.

The kingdom
which I called my heaven,
turned into hell.

-the rain, 17:33 p.m.
the lost guardian.