King

• Emily Luckie, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2013

The angel lays naked and no longer sings
And the devils play with beauties for he is now King
Cupid's arrow is embedded in his own callous heart
For the Gods bow down and drown in black art
Now ghosts dance freely between heaven and hell
While the imps drink the souls who have risen and fell
Chaos, confusion and havock arises
For the pure and innocent are the kind he despises
For he is the King of all bad things
Married to a dead girl who refuses to sing