Kingdoms fall

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There used to be a little child

Building a kingdom in his room with sheets

He'd position his pillows carefully

Knowing that a solid base and heavy pillars

Would keep his castle from crumbling

He had glowstars on his ceiling

Which would guide him in the dark

Little nightlamps with hero figurines

Keeping him save

He would dream of farway lands

Exploring caves filled with fairies

And he would dream of finding love

One gaze would be enough and he'd know

His princess - or prince - would be there

And they'd stay forever

I sometimes wonder where that little boy went

If his dreams eventually came true

If that kingdom still stands

Or if the slamming of doors

And the raising of voices

Caused enough tremor to overthrow

All he ever build

Walls knocked down

If he still believes in love

After he spend nights listening

To parents begging the other to stay

Learning curses and watching anger

How through the years

The lullabies used to sooth him

Sang by the ever hopeful queen

Turned into sobbing and mournful tales

How his shoulder to cry on

Suddenly was the one who he needed to sooth

And how the king who kept him save

Turned into his greatest enemy

Does my castle still stand?

Or are it ruins filled with shadows

That control me

That haunt me

That frighten me

I see cracks in the walls

I notice the cracks in my mind

And I'm frightened

I am so frightened

That my sheets have torn

And my pillows tumbled down

My glowstars are burned out

And my lightlamps collect dust in boxes

There are no lullabies

And love doesn't exist

Castles crumble

Kingdoms fall

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