King of nothing (circa 2004)

by Ralkkai

he wears a crown
of shadows
and carries a sword
with the blood
of angels
on its blade,
the hilt made of the remains
of his family.
he is a volatile creature
with a smile
curved into words
that don’t make sense.
he remembers
the ants
tasting the sugar
and the vultures
tasting things sweeter.
he remembers the waifs
grinning sinfully
just before
he burned them all.
tomorrow will be better,
he thought
to himself,
tomorrow will be better.