With plastic crown atop his head
and draped in splendid royal red,
he arched his back and struck a pose
to loud applause from costume rows:
the pilgrims bowed and paid respects,
all masks and hats his new subjects,
the ghouls and ghosts saluted too,
and, standing tall, he liked the view.
When spinning 'round to win more cheers
from Mother who must be in tears
to see her son no longer small–
but as a lord, a god, of all,
he found that he was there alone
and where she'd gone he did not know.
Forgetting all his lofty dreams,
he felt unraveled at the seams–
the costumes then all came alive,
with teeth and blood and crazy eyes.
The king who once was lord of all,
lay crying, sobbing, feeling small.
A hand then pressed upon his back–
his mom had found the royal rack,
and wiping tears from burning eyes,
he wished he'd trusted his disguise.
couplets in perfect iambic tetrameter. which is a sentence in dactylic tetrameter. god this assignment broke me. hope someone gets a kick out of it.