The Crowned King

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Clown

I should be terrified-after all, I have lived this before and know what follows-but I am not

Spider

Some sick and twisted monstrosity, an awful mockery of life

Deep and morbid and macabre curiosity

Grips me, Holds me, Embraces me

The clown-that-is-really-a-spider prevents me from looking away, from getting away

Still I ask myself if I would even if I could

A train wreck that is so horrible one cannot help but stare.

The scene changes

The sun rises in the north but sets in the east

The sun rises but it is only midnight

Directions and time lose all meaning here

The world has moved on.

Rose

A field of roses, a sea of crimson and scarlet, the Can'-Ka No Rey

Each rose appears to be hand crafted

Of the warmest reds

Brightest pinks

Each petal masterfully chiseled from the very fabric of life

They call to me

They sing to me

I do not know how long I can resist

I contemplate each petal of each flower and am perfectly content

Each rose tells a different story, each rose serves as a doorway to another world

Surely a higher power, a crowned king, placed these here, for My admiration and Mine only.

Tower

An imposing structure tears through the field

Like a giant black needle piercing flesh

A massive charcoal tower of an ominous nature

I do not fear it

The tower radiates Fear, Joy, Power, Love, Compassion, Sorrow

I feel these emotions and a thousand more as I witness this marvel of architecture.

Surely the crowned king lives there.

Surely I must see him.

But I have a long ways to go.

“This is the way the world ends:

This is the way the world ends:

This is the way the world ends:

Not with a bang but a whimper” runs through my mind.

An empty, once thriving metropolis

Smell the sickly-sweet cloying scent of rotting flesh

Hear the ravens feasting

Captain Trips and Nebraska and Corn fields and Colorado

What does it mean?

The urgency rises

Where is my Crowned King?

I am back at the tower and decide to enter and climb.

I enter every entry and experience everything.

I see a high school gym and a hotel;

I see a girl who loved Tom Gordon and one who starts fires;

I see a St. Bernard and a Buick 8;

I see the dark half and the dead zone;

All this I see and more.

I reach the top level and I find myself in the mind of the creator, that higher power I was sure must Exist

My Crowned King.

 

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