semper in angaria

I

The Grand Puppet Master

and so you have made your choice.

the ones that will embellish for a while,
your preposterous, fabricated land of stars.

not caring even a minute fragment,
of the dreams that you have demolished.

i salute your malevolent oracle,
in the name of profits and riches.

we are the broken puppets that you have forsaken.


II

The Princess from The Bends

on the fifth hour is your coronation.

at long last you came upon this acropolis,
will you renounce this kismet?
to dance across the northern aurora?
you are a princess with or without a tiara.

gloriously crafted against your freewill.

and come what may,
it will be a diamond studded carpet,
rolled out, for you.
to dance with that heavy heart.

but you are, and will always be idolized.


III

The Hawaiian Prince

the waves bow down to you

the supreme hero
to valiantly cross
the ocean of dead dreams

warrior prince bestowed by Kane and Ku
to immerse in battles
and return triumphant.

the glory that will be
immortalized across the sun
and the twelve moons.

will you be the deity that favors riches?


- alle ri the non-believer