The Disappearance of a Dynasty - The Fall of the Blackbird

 

Let's face it, it was almost legendary

How his reign receded like the burning sea

Sand castles crumbled on the toss a rotten dime 

And golden bones began rusting over time

There's a permanent rot in your soul from firing the first arrow

It can never be undone and along with the wasted scheming months

It can't be reclaimed, so he took his dooming chance

Ended up waiting on the other side yearning for another dance

Let's face it, it would be a good story

Innocent blood spilled, poisoned by conflict

Vengeful brothers high on animosity

Pain infliction, an addiction that's hard to beat

Rose golden fires at the far edge of the room

Lavender baths and silver halos bloomed

Paintings grow mold in all the nice places

And they're too content to accept the truth of it

Let's face it, the fortress harbours hauntings

Decades forward in time, it regains its cursed longings

Every dent in the wood and every stain in the wool

Grows more precious than anyone's memory would

Their ghosts lie on the decorated bed in anticipation

Dressing gowns soaked in blood and frustration

Their eviscerated civility runs headless like the mist

And their wives sit patiently waiting for it to end

Let's face it, the bloodshed was wasteful

It made good for a scandalous history lesson

The puddles in cobblestones reflect the faces

Of those led by temptation and blinding ambition

It turned cold and regrettable the moment it was over

Toes and fingers frozen from exhaustion and betrayal

Overthrowing the king was rather back-breaking than the usurper

So into ash their dynasty disappeared. 

-auctor