The air speaks of something
in the distance;
perhaps of the absence
in your eyes.
They all turn to me
as if to question;
and wordlessly
speak of compromise.
Your towers were built
upon those caves,
whose strength has eroded
day by day and far beyond the point of merciless.
The ground gives in
as expected
and you fall into dust
as before your were a child.
Educate me,
my brave nomadic king;
To which direction from here
do you see yourself being thrown?
*As always, feedback greatly appreciated, negative or positive.
**The title is German for "(to) Hide ones light under a bushell", a term used in the gospels (at least that's what I'm told).