A Kingdom without a King

By Erikan Godwin

Kingdom without a King

In a kingdom ruled by dynasty, placed on the throne was one clothed with beauty and riches, served with honour, fed with praise, feared like a beast and worshiped like a god. From whom a whisper commands thousands of nobles and warriors, yet not one is worthy to voice a need.

While on the throne, the populace suffered the wrath of his ruling sceptre. As a footstool were the skulls of rebels who attempted freedom. In him the people saw a god sited in heaven but ruled over hell.

Besides him stood cup bearer the sixth. At every banquet made for the king, he is filled with fear and horror over his fate at each meal he taste before the god-king. A fate that hath befallen the past five bearers of the king's cup. Five bearers of the king's cup who had come before him have died miserably each time an attempt was made to end the reign of the ruling beast.

Oh cup-bearer, you have become a drinker of blood and an eater of flesh - a life you never envisaged until now.

a disgust you must have abhorred

Nonetheless, at the kings command you accepted in utmost humility all because you are considered a better prove to the safety of the king's meal.

The kings image almost became a myth, for the very one who sits on the throne and ruled was never to be seen more than once a year thus he ruled in obscurity. His influence exhumed through the eyes and arms of sun-hill (as he is called), the kings spokes man.

To the people he voiced the kings timely decrees or verdicts and strictly performes the kings will without reprove. As the only mortal worthy of entrance into the King's obscured chambers, he at each visit kept the burning flames on woods which led his path to the king's cocoon.

Oh, what a king; even in dwelling he seemed a beast. A beast fashioned as man with sovereignty over a kingdom. In anguish, all yearns to see a leader who will serve his people and not slay them. As a means to ease their slavery, they even imagined a kingdom without a King.