A Lesson Perhaps

The early morning castle stirred
The King of the forest stared vacantly
Toward the east
His bloodshot eyes caught no reasoning
A lazy fly landed on his suit of velvet
And the King cursed the creation
Like an unwanted shadow
The Queen of conscience entered the already broken morning
She spoke, "Eat my master"
The king moved to a coffin corner
Where another lazy fly contemplated the dust of time
"Bring me a kingdom and I will eat,"
His voice disturbed the dust and the fly
"I am without power to bring you power,"
The Queen sighed like an autumn breeze
"Then I will not eat."
The King moved to his guilty throne
And seated himself amongst his ancestors
"My King, if you want a kingdom and power
If you want money and love, if you want respect and admiration
Then you must go out, and take it."
The King stared vacantly to the east
And a dozen flies waiting in the dust stared back
"I am the King, it is not my part to capture and claim
It is my people's duty,"
The Queen cried and the little crystal tears tickled her cheeks
She brushed them away angrily
"You have no people, and while you remain the ghost of the past
You will never have people or a kingdom,"
She ran from the patchetic chamber
A fly left with her
The king breathed and thought deeply
"I will have people," he said nervously to his conscience
"I will have people."
The King of the forest never rose again from his guilty throne
And the dust and the lazy flies lived on him
And the King lived on his dreams
And died on them