Gerrit Dou, Old Scholar sharpening a Quill Pen

The banners fade in dust and gloom,
He hears the steps but sees no foe,
And trusts the whispers in the room.
In the court of the blind king

The war drums thunder night and day,
Yet silence reigns within his throne,
While traitors laugh along the way.
In the court of the deaf king

The winter bites through stone and skin,
But he feels neither warmth nor pain,
And lets the hunger settle in.
In the court of the numb king

The rafters creak with swinging breath,
The crown lies broken at his feet,
A monarch crowned in rope and death.
In the court of the hanged king

The torches burn with tongues of green,
He rules a land of shadowed eyes,
And dreams command what cannot be seen.
In the court of the mad king

bro writing this:
10/10

thxs, feedback?

I have no idea.
I don't write that many poems unless I have to.
I just think it's good lmfao

ah oki

peak

feadback pols

This is pretty awesome, 10/10

Yay

bonus points if this is social commentary, feels like it is. But it actually doesn't feel obvious enough so I was tempted to give it 9...

curious, what kind of social commentayr

something political probably

gives me Court of The Crimson King vibes (I love that song for it's commentary on war)

ah

peak

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