I had slept for too long, I know, for my eyes crusted over,
and when I rubbed them I felt relief from sleep.
Walking into my kitchen undiscovered, like a mars rover
I stumbled towards the counter in a bumbling flesh jeep.

the fruit bowl overflowed with bananas and mangoes
and they were beyond their years, wrinkled and hot
from the heat of today, and yesterday, their death grows
towards a beginning only a fly could know, but not.

their fermenting skin was armied in fruit flies,
they had built quite a formidable force and I
wondered had I slept so long? Their fleeting red eyes
scurried in my presence without a question of why.

opening the cherry tomato container unleashed an army like Agamemnon’s,
I feared I had slept that long, in a house of Aegisthus,
a deceptive horse unleashed
flies about my cheeks and eyes-
I feared their anger, only in that moment though,
I hadn’t even thought about it before.

a cider vinegar trap was the plan,
with a plastic wrap coffin,
and in some hours a cider vinegar graveyard
full of crimson eyed drowners.

A brash plan, yes-

or maybe an overthrow of a sluggish ruler
with a small army of energetic soldiers,
my crushing hand slicing like a scythe,
only to be matched by a putrid hatred of a kitchen subjugator,
a hatred the ruler understood himself-
a fear of waking up to it left the fruit
bruising in the basket
in
the
first place.

Oh, of the powers acting onto our world,
There exist seven powers, those which are stronger,
Much more dominate than the others,
These seven powers, they live with us, affect us,
Fear them, understand them, embrace them.

Oh the sea, the first of the greatest powers,
The sea, destroyer of sediment, home of many,
The sea is to be loved, worshipped,
For it is alive, and it is worthy of its power,
Fear the sea, understand the sea, embrace the sea.

Oh the wind, the second of the greatest powers,
The wind, vanquisher of creation, realm of none,
The wind is to be relished, awed,
For it is alive, and it is worthy of its power,
Fear the wind, understand the wind, embrace the wind.

Oh the earth, the third of the greatest powers,
The earth, demolisher of itself, domain of many,
The earth is to be valued, appreciated,
For it is alive, and it is worthy of its power,
Fear the earth, understand the earth, embrace the earth.

Oh the fire, the fourth of the greatest powers,
The fire, conqueror of vegetation, province of none,
The fire is to be respected, coveted,
For it is alive, and it is worthy of its power,
Fear the fire, understand the fire, embrace the fire.

Oh the nature, the fifth of the greatest powers,
The nature, defeater of construction, territory of many,
The nature is to be cared for, protected,
For it is alive, and it is worthy of its power,
Fear the nature, understand the nature, embrace the nature.

Oh the dark, the sixth of the greatest powers,
The dark, dominator of hope, dominion of none,
The darkness is to be dreaded, envied,
For it is alive, and it is worthy of its power,
Fear the dark, understand the dark, embrace the dark.

Oh the light, the last of the greatest powers,
The light, subjugator of despair, provider of many,
The light is to be cherished, revered,
For it is alive, and it is worthy of its power,
Fear the light, understand the light, embrace the light.

Shadow had induced cohesion, once fearful
of that which shuddered in the essence of
florescent breath, beating always upon it's
creation now it was of form and substance.

The flares of shade lingered off it, transparent
almost in view. Obscurity died within its eyes
like night was eternal and never broke from these
pools that crested on each shore of its features.

It spoke no words for shadows eclipsed nearly all
features, it only expelled onyx form. A heat beat
on its being permeated with essence of what was
deemed pearl but was darkness's purest form.

For shadow with out the interference of banishing
florescent hatred, was a form of nothingness entombed
was a heart that bleed upon its being shade into all
aspects like a onyx diamond reverberating on each beat.

Warrior of that subjugated form, it stares into the abundant,
flourishing fields of glaring polished shards. It sheathed its
hand upon its staff burning upon touch the light straying all
to close. It was time for auroras presence to feel now enslaved.

Walking in the waking time, slaying the weaving of long held
monuments to this subjugator of endless time. When shadow
ensues where light subtly fades for a moment, know that the
warrior of shade is upon the light, wishing only for the dark.

The walls of the castle had collapsed.
Bridges fell down, smoke everywhere
Blood of the miserable soldiers splattered
Death is the artist in this artwork of hell

Bloodshed became the ringtone of the kingdom
In this war, pain is the conqueror
The smile of the beautiful queen became the sword
That stabbed the king’s heart and his valor

How could the kingdom establish itself
if the one who destroyed it is the builder himself?
How could the king fight for his reign
if the subjugator is the queen herself?