King

By: Aviantei

A [K] Poem

His footsteps fall like piano keys,
sometimes hard and staccato,
others, a legato stride across the pavement.
He is never-ending. "A king!"
they call him, a leader filled
with a rapid tenacity,
a soothing lullaby's harshness.
He is hauntingly beautiful
even when engulfed in flames,
in destruction. He is a refrain
that echoes within your skull,
hammers on strings keeping time,
his men, the violins' cry
that surely follows.

even after the end

And another [K] poem.

This one was written while listening to the MiKoto Suoh track of the OST on repeat. I just wanted to do something creative, considering the song wouldn't get out of my head (it's so beautiful).

I can't say I matched the song with words, but I hope you got at least some fleeting impression of it.

Thanks for reading!

[POST] 061315