Souled Aragon

7

❝ kingdom ❞
by: caelīna aesthète

just the cold white walls
echoes from empty halls
tick and tock of the clock
fortress warded with guards

tall gates made of gold
high towers and all old
the shades of twilight
blocking every light

whispers of the wind,
watch dust and never blink
even birds cannot step
on the ground made of stone

he who wears the crown
he who respects by the crowd
on bended knees, they speak
all shall give even the weak

he wants nothing of these
he wants just love and peace
maybe outside these bricks,
then there will be life of his

gems doesn't mean wealth
crown doesn't mean a life
majesty doesn't mean affection
kingdom doesn't mean home