A king once told me a story,
Of a lost king that once had the mind of a visionary,
Attained glory & his identity became supreme,
The world loved him for his accolades and eminence,
If only the world would have handed him an umbrella,
he was secretly drenched by his own agony,
At midnight, his inner demons made his mind unstable,
conversations turned into a blasphemous ceremony,
His looking for a exist out of his mind,
A young woman appeared before him,
he became swayed by the taste of her lips,
Medea was her name which he overheard through the systematic paradise,
Her tender voice become severe in his mind,
Staring into her eyes led him to the abyss of confusion,
She searched his pockets of his heart for the keys to the well of his sanity,
Temptations she poured in his mind intensified & he gave in,
hypnotized by her voice, his one step from being lost,
conquered by his vices, his one step from paying the cost,
She held up her own vices and plunged it inside of him,
What a fatal decision,
“Somebody rescues me” he screamed out,
The words unsaid slit his soul,
The vine of life detached from his heart-shaped rose,
Getting insomniac,
Paranoia shifting in his mind,
Selene seem passionate tonight with her bright lights.
Blooming without illuminating nothing sincere and true,
He sat in his palace trying to,
Bend his mind towards the truth but he resisted