Rotten Empire

Guest post by "Jhakki"

The cold white walls
Like a cinema screen
Images flicker on
And I'm the Queen.

Lambs rush about
As the King falls down
Rubies embossed on their foreheads
...and there goes the crown!

The snakes slither on
Upon my forgotten Empire
As pure as gold
After the hibernation fire.

The dogs mate horses
And cows have foals
Spring is ripening
My Empire grows...

Darkness wans
As "tom-thumbs" charmed
Play tug-of-war
To amuse the Queen.

The high moth-eaten walls
The rich rotten food
The flourishing times
Magnificently screwed.

The brown lake shimmers
Outside the royal slums
The sun shines brightly
And the Queen jumps...