Kingdom

Kingdom

I remember the most remarkable things -
A song, a story and crowns and rings.
A castle with a most enormous wall
And a parapet atop which I could see all
The kingdom - what kingdom? It sinks
Again into my memory. A falsity methinks.

A circle of startlingly glinting aquatics
And sundry other things. A memory of attics
In the shadows of the gatehouse and a lawn
That grew so green I can’t quite believe. I’m torn
Between the fancy thought I entertain
That once I would see my home again.

Home again - how does that one work?
A mythical building and a tiny kirk
Within the walls in which we sang
Songs of praise to God above, and rang
The hall aloud with worship. Praise his name.
But nothing’s any more the same.

Nowadays it’s quieter. No wars of course,
Just a quietness and a silver cross -
Not much for all it represented.
I don’t suppose this mistake could be prevented
Ever, for maybe never was it fact
But purely memory, and false to be exact.

But I’ve still the cross and chain
They bring back thoughts to me again
Of all those ancient dragonslaying days
And coming home to castle and to praise
The God of dragonslayers as we killed.
The last remaining dragons stilled.

But then again it never happened so.
Dragons are not real, never did they go
Across this Earth. Right? Right.
And so into this darkest night
I wander slowly.
I feel so lonely.

End