There was one part that stuck with him,

The one, that would forever change his life.

When that which occupied his heart had turned to light.

One half warrior, the other half angelical delight.

Hideous yet lovely at first sight.

Filled with undesired power, will, and might.

More gorgeous than a dove; beauty incarnate.

It screamed as it emerged

And taking hold of life. This urged

Him to continue onward. Discouraged

By the thought of beasts enraged

And slowly let their heart rates turn the page.

Set the stage and swiftly disengage.

For the familiar smell of clotting blood and sage.

Brought to him was leaf and stem,

Although neither one of them,

Or anyone in sleepless R.E.M.

Has dreams of waking rapidly.

“Forgive him”, said the emblem,

As it dangled, pondering life’s gems.

They joked as though to say,

“How dare you have a brain like them.”

Let us condemn the evil reign.

Even thinking causes pain

In a world where purpose is in vain.

Drugged and overloaded once again,

Leave them behind, the wicked slain.

No weapons used, no harm done and slurp champagne.

Never keeping evil on a chain,

But that of course was due to the cocaine.

Madness that created thoughts to be retained.

Holograms that blur the image and the frame.

“As I stare with disbelief at the grimace spawned by shame.

I shake entirely and finally wake opaqued.

So disillusioned by the thought of angels faked.

Now when I break the big white gate,

For once in life accept my fate

And travel where the world awaits

With new things to discover. Paint

It my way, this time minus hate.”

He reaches up, grasping hold of crown and throne.

Though when he wears the crown it chills him to the bone.

Apologies accepted, go and roam.

This is my place, my kingdom now,

This is my home.