King of the Old Earth

[Tigonfre]

The King of the Old Earth

Not all that falls breaks
not all that flies is winged
fallen, wingless drakes
breathe fire just as wicked

Embers might still burn
and instill a greater flame
The defeated always learn
to return with better aim

A crown isn't a king;
a kingdom isn't power.
A voice that can only sing
obeys a clock, the counted hour 
To hide is not wise
as rebellion against a fate
in chambers filled with eyes
watching the Holy suffer hate

Enslaving the chains of death
does not give might to none.
Ending every breath
does not lead battles won

He desecrates the darkness
to rule in bitter spite,
but ruling heartless
leaves neither dark nor light

Webs of lies are best not spun
as to temper with pure fire.
Deception is best undone,
none the wiser, golden spider

Venom and deceit are not means
they are the end itself
the end of the Endless streams
wherein serpents never delve

A graveyard has no throne;
there's no crown for the deceiver.
He is the king of bones;
wrath's sole receiver 

His legions see his silver armour;
bright, impure and cold;
the wrong child, the false father,
stealing their lost souls

They have vision, though it fails
of their King, the executioner
of old, wrinkled scales 
of the luminous deceiver:
Lucifer

The evil and the banished
relinquishing all worth
in a kingdom long vanished

living solely to serve:
The King of the Old Earth. 

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Any critique is welcome.