Pounds and pounds of flesh.

A broken crown
and shattered crest.
A light within the wilderness.
You gave me life,
you gave me death.
Just pounds and pounds of flesh.
An empty home
and emptied breath.
A heart within a withered chest.
Nothing more 
and nothing left.
But pounds and pounds of flesh.

Eleven Kings.

Heaven bound, oh glory be!
A broken beggar and roaring sea.
The light is just a common thief
poised and idle underneath.

Seven crowns, eleven kings!
A fourth were always born to bleed.
And darkness now our last belief,
we’re forth in sorrow endlessly.

A Mountain Man in a Mountainless Land

Once there was a mountain babe
who climbed from mother’s womb.
He was born into a mountainless land
while the flowers were in bloom.

Once there was a mountain boy
who climbed his father’s side.
He stood upon his father’s shoulders
and met the crown with pride.

Once there was a mountain youth
who scaled the tallest trees.
He gazed upon the openness
and found no mountains within reach.

Once there was a mountain man
who dreamt of higher peaks.
He would have sought the mountain tops
if it were not for the children at his feet.

Once there was a mountain elder
now too old to make the climb.
He settled near the tallest trees
it was just the right incline.