The king weakly grasped his glass
As he took another sip
And smiled through the speech
Coldly
Leading a room of his people
Generals and advisors
Through stilted secret plans
Devised in a war room
Coldly
Depicting the fall of the enemy
Of his people
His generals and advisors
But with an expected smile
Despite the poison
He had been sipping
Coldly
Because he would be gone
Long before the
Repercussions.

Dancing summer breeze
Hurricane for bees
A spitting rain
Brings the pain
No risky flood
But sticky blood
A queenless hive
Trying to survive
Hurricane for bees
Dancing summer breeze

Morning dew
Condensation
Flesh wet
In the grass
Vacuous home