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I am a thing some have called king. Yet I've no throne, no whisper or home.
 What am I a king of? The cold perhaps, or the shadows that inhabit it.
Men and women pass by myself unaware which is the way I am proper to.
 Watching the flames burning and the light flicker. Hopes, dreams, passion.
I am formless, silent before the death of things, there is no death to this.
 It never truly existed in a way, you see. When they come to me, I am empty.
Such loud things...I can accommodate them all but light fears darkness.
 So I build a home to understand existence and I find comforts.
Yet my body and existence is the consequence, my mind.
 I break homes, you see. The price of nonexistence, or the lessor form of it.
So I vanish until a new one shall be built, then I exist again in some way.
 My bearer once gave mentioning of my will to erode the grounds I walked.
So I sit in a castle, the most lasting of all stead but I cannot see it.
 I wander the halls and admire the beauty. The complexity of construct.
Stare at the throne and find the crown. I cannot wear it no matter the whisper.
 I could be a king but no such creature eternally has hold of anything.
I can hear the sigh in the wood beneath my steps, the crack in the stone.
 I bore this kingdom and it insists I sit within it, for I am a king.
But you see... I am a second crown always and cannot sit a stay.
 No one physical thing could ever hold me. I tire the tireless. I am patient.
I hate myself, yet I trust myself most of all. The walls ease me with worry.
 I am not a king of any place for gravity is the master of all things.
I am a thing some have called king. Yet I've no throne, no whisper or home.
 So you see I am untouchable and vulnerable all the same.
Wishing to inhabit and be inhabited, never able to truly admire either.
 For if I did, I would be reminded the inevitable as all things are.  

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Published: 8 years, 10 months ago
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terrymouse
8 years, 10 months ago
Of all the things that are nothing, this one feels the most nothing.
KNIFE
8 years, 10 months ago
I like him.
He seems like a nice guy. Someone you could get to know.
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