He had those regret me eyes(I.P)

My fallen king, your bronzed out throne is reminiscent of much that glittered under many a moonlit night.
The abstract suffering, the uncanny delights of your person like the siren song that was your voice, mirror-ing the thought of your touch.
Every single ray of your sun engraved in my art.

The end of your reign in the land of darkness brought with it new veins of thought, new battles and wars to be fought.
Instead of a lion, a scared little boy cowers hiding behind closet doors, peeking in and waiting for the lights to go off before he dares to come out, a modern day monster hiding in shady cloisters.

Your yearning mutable to this indelible being,
Your not so abstract suffering an insult to all my good feelings.
Where once this land you had forsaken, now in the rising of a new sun you seek your heart for the breaking or for the wind and the air to cease all love making and return the shade that made it yours for the taking.

The green rolling hills are a strain on your back.
The soft summer drizzle reminds you of tears never cried.
The hour of reckoning is long past, nothing remains of your throne but the memories of a time when I wanted what was mine to be ours and you were content merely to have had that power.

Now that I have become summer, the spring in my step takes you by surprise.
I can finally see beyond those regret me eyes.