The Eye of the King

Link by link a chain is wrought,

a battle is fought, a soul is bought.

Drop by drop an ocean is filled,

of blood that's spilled, a dream that's killed.

Thread by thread a flag is knit,

a fire is lit, a throat is slit.

Thought by thought an idea conceived,

shackles, frees, spares not the buried.

Futility

Watch the leaves resonate to our oscillating lives,
Watch the leaf sway as it attempts as it strives,
Watch the leaves reach and beseech in their desperate need,
Only to fall to the ground when they are freed.