A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge at the DFC, A18 – ottava rima poetry. This is a two-octive poem.
Another Day for the Emperor
The sun is rising on another day
and the sky turns quickly black, fleeing wings
trying to escape the long standing fray
and all the devastation that it brings.
The blood-stained whip cracks in the air. It slays
all those who oppose, and in their wake sings
the heart of a tyrant whose eyes are stone
and who sits upon an air-carried throne.
The sun is setting on another night
and the cloak drops, leaving a boy behind
in plain grey drab and a build looking slight,
looking almost a prisoner, confined
to some expectation, a noose pulled tight
as he struggles to escape his chains
by day, by night forced to bow to their reins.