The Kingdom-Sonnet

Crumbling Castle
Dreamers sprint, towards triumph, subtle
Run through, stiff ascend never restful
Sleep roughly, mindful of what’s ahead
A day, a week and month, will not take heed

Ardent, watchful, always full of scheme
Work is the pastime, desk’s the playground
Seasons passed by, success, like you wanted
Castle was made, solid, can’t be shunted

Sixty years old, alone, weak with your baton
The time, has claimed your youth, with no pardon

King with no Queen, a throne lacking subjects
Devoid of joy, your life full of dejects

Whispers you cast, fractious, thumping abyss
Sunset creeps fast, you’ll pass without such bliss