[This is about both the Otherworld Drama that happened this Summer, and the ongoing fallout Over There. Writing angry poetry is my way of coping with all this bullshit right now.]
You called Me a false King, a King of Nowhere.
Surrounded by gold and jewels, you said you would not
help Me; that I had betrayed everyone. The final time I saw
My brothers they said nothing, only looked at Me with disgust
and pity. When the doors of the Duat closed behind Me,
I knew I would never return to that isolated Kingdom.
And now it seems that ruining My name is more important
than peace between Kingdoms; the King of All Darkness has
walked away from your whispered words, and his Family
has follow suit. We have Kingdoms to run and People
to care for, our actions and Love will speak for us.
My Kingdom is made of monsters and ghosts
and My Heart is now a ruined Garden, the woods
of Outer Darkness is My shelter and where I Reign
bearing a Crown of flowers without thorns.
Your smearing words are a ripple to begin a storm
and if this does not end soon, the wrath of
Those Who Dwell Beyond the Stars
will rain down upon you like
fire made of molten silver.