Myriad

The king stood tall and quiet
Waiting for the coming of the milky riot

He tried to imagine the sound
Of what would happen and what would be found

Creamy delicious explosions of violence
Never still, never silence

No time to stop and look and think
No time to eat, no time to drink

Eyes closed he wonders when it will come
Soon to be over, soon to be done

The grimace is etched upon his face
Time has already quickened its pace

The climax is about to appear
What was once far now seems so near

The outburst of emotion is nigh
And it brings with it a dizzying high

Finally the time is here
In his mind it all seems clear

But the moment will not last
And the darkness does return too fast

So now he stands all bent and broken
With nothing but a clinging token

Wretched, dirty, tired and glad
Almost as if he never had

But he did and he knows
And takes that with him wherever he goes.

Because someday he will rise again.