The Last King of Scotland

(Myth for myth/other)

The king’s orders fell from his lips

Like his orders for the girl
That he once fell for in another life
When the things he bought left him empty
Hollow, to the timid touch of a fevered…

But she adores him and so she breaches his security

The anger she drove, the romance she stole

Led the demon to the tank, unwind the divine
Let the Scottish man have his drink and drink
And drink some more ~ yes, he’s a whore
For the things he lost, no, nothing more
But for her, yes, she deserves to suffer for
Atrocities through her shadows
Reflections from her hollows
And it’s all in his head
She’s better off dead ~

Before the guards could seize her she spilled her bowls

Me amore, why has thou giveth in – yes

Me amore, a seven castle monolith dive – yes
Me amore, - yes

His body dismembered on the rocky road below his window – a symbol of his ignorance

Here lies the Last King of Scotland…

© David Powers
February 16, 2010