The King of Evermore

once upon a time there was a king and he had everything
you ever wanted, ever seen, and ever lost, and everything
you've ever dreamed, well, he was of the highest angel core
that lived inside the shadows of the hallowed land of evermore

his castle rested in the clouds, so high you wouldn't know
unless you saw the smoke that made his quiet kingdom grow
and on the ground, the people of the land had dreamed to be him
even though they never had the chance to even see him

they wondered, "does he have a name? the king of castle cloud?
why does he not speak with us, the king who's vapors shroud?"
what they did not know is how he watched the people wishing
he could show them all the magic that their lives had all been missing

but he couldn't, see, the reason that his castle was so high
is that you wouldn't understand his mind, and you would wonder why
the others fly, the others which i speak are few and far between
and no one really knows the pain they feel, you've never seen

a heart that couldn't find the peace to live for it's tomorrows
the more the joy, the more that is destroyed inside it's sorrows
still, the people wondered who he was and who he wasn't
"why won't he come down? oh, we do not know why he doesn't"

oh, the wonder grew, until they couldn't wonder anymore
and then a thunder came from underneath the clouds of evermore
a light so bright and blinding was seen shining on the ground
and then the king came walking down the silver lining of the cloud

the people didn't know just what to do, they stood as still
as i imagine they had ever stood before and ever will
oh, and then their eyes were opened wide until they stung
because they knew that he was just about to speak a prophet's tongue

"open up your ears and listen closely to my word
because the truth is something i am thinking you have never heard
i am not of you and you are not of me, but we
are all a part of everything, and everything we'll be

if you can find the magic in your tragedies to rise
then you will, too, be blessed with your own magic in your eyes
but know that you don't know a thing until you wonder why
goodbye, i hope to see you once again inside the sky"

and, still, to this day, in the clouds is the king
in his shrouds with his dreams resting under his wings
and he waits in his kingdom in hopes that you find it
oh, but it seems that you people are blinded
© 2004


"and he waits in his kingdom in hopes that you find it
oh, but it seems that you people are blinded"
Indeed. Some people are blinded. and that's sad. But many no longer are... As i said earlier, BEAUTIFUL!

Posted 7/7/2004 2:09 PM by secrets_unfolded

-breathes- no words come to mind. <3

Posted 7/9/2004 8:15 PM by revolting

WOW...........
i thought i was alone.....
i guess there r more than a few people who feel that way........

(especially kAnDi_KrIsSy)
she's sweet.......i think u r 2.......

Posted 7/12/2004 6:35 PM by hrt_brkr

if you can find the magic in your tragedies to rise
then you will, too, be blessed with your own magic in your eyes
but know that you don't know a thing until you wonder why
goodbye, i hope to see you once again inside the sky"

... ^ ... the best part, i believe ...

... beautiful poem ... in a different class as the rest ...

Posted 7/12/2004 9:09 PM by gods_baby_angel

wow vereee ..... interesting. u realle now how 2 write.

:)

Posted 7/16/2004 5:49 PM by sylichee