The Seduction

The adirondack stands watch
upon the hill, a lonely sentinel
overlooking the meadow,
the Queen's Guard protecting the palace
as ambassadors of the heavens
and forest emissaries
come to consult.

Resolute in the afternoon sun,
the temptress tenders her invitation:
“Come, come to me,
rest your weary feet,
survey the peacefulness of my realm.
All this I will give you.”

At her side, I preside
over the resplendent vista,
turn to claim my legacy,
realize I am not the first.
Countless feathered kings and queens
have sat upon this throne.

to feel like royalty,
one has to sit in shit.

©2016 Kenneth W. Arthur