Red King Reign

 Thanks to Stephen King for writing the Dark Tower Series and providing me with the inspiration to write this, may the Red King Reign.

I

Wisp of prayer on the wind says “ to End World

would you follow?” – the

 tower speaks to I alone –

tired eyes reign o’r this world,

I augur death to it an every world.

Cry off!  Porten’ quick death yet come

for thy catet has wandered long

and is long gone.

(Aye I’ll say plain)

You know not what you seek

what do when my eye

alone could fly mans’

heart like moths of pitch.

The weight of a world gone weighs

your brow, hat brim lilt down,

dry sweat a’ tears spent.

You come though this world

Too has moved on.

Where be the Horn of Eld?

Dry twig snaps on brushed steel –

laughter – how came the loss of

such a thing? Pha I care not

 mark me boy, mark me Roland,

come to the tower. Death,

I the spider, await.

                II

I pine for thee

as a rabid dog for

man flesh, gnarled tree of

Thunderclap for water,

misogynist to backhand daughter.

Oh Discordia, mistress of dark ether,

I cry out prayers for your rise

to consume the worlds of lies.

I sing devotion to the

wind bring mortal man

to shudder, each word a crib

where babo breathes last breath

stale tears yet wet.

When the worlds unmade

my mind of broken thought will reign.

 Oh Discordia my love,

such ecstasy is destruction.