A procession of futility
A game that no-one wins
A choice for mere brutality
Atonement for no sins
A grasp at last for infamy
If only to be known
A soloist in symphony
Pretender to the throne
Lost voice on the edge of death
Last singer for the song
Last truth withered on the breath
Last chance to belong
Blinking eye has seen it pass
Whispered on the wind
Only shards of broken glass
Nowhere to begin
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Oh… 😦
Thanks, sorry if it seemed sad..it was kind of about futility, kind of about pretenders to the throne, but also just kind of words that flowed together… 🙂
I don’t comment often enough, but I just love reading your poems
Thank you so much, that is so kind!! 🙂 🙂
There are some poems of yours that I would love to know what was behind them….this is one. I so need to fly to where you are. lol Bug hugs!
This just came from a flow of words…it’s kind of about pretenders to darker thrones, but really it was just thoughts and words that fit to me as I wrote. Perhaps the meaning I subconscious to me also!! 🙂 🙂
“only shards of broken glass” eh? lol I be liken this one alot! 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂