The Dark King's Judgement

Dark! Written for a competition. Contains references to violence.

Darkness was now glowering;
Shadows thrummed with spite galore;
Cruel Dark King was towering;
Wicked judgement he forbore.

Highness was not satisfied;
lowliness got no respite;
Now all Fear was amplified;
Sadism set King alight.

Court with cruel glee atremble,
Joined Him now to all partake;
Wearing Jester's ensemble,
Mockingly, to you unmake.

Now the strike hit,
Now the wail,
Now the rage fit,
Now all fade.

He can still be merciful;
His hand gives a sweet caress;
The King's Verdict's beautiful:
Rest, He grants you now Darkness.

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Notes:

The form is an adaptatipon (I've added a stanza) of Ae freslighe, a Celtic style described in The Poet's Garret: www.thepoetsgarret.com


The poem is a contest entry for "Invalid Item" , using the picture prompt above (picture borrowed from the contest page).

Line count: 20