I am trapped.
Trapped in Dante's fifth circle.
In the fiery pits of hell, I am drowning.
But there is no water.
I am drowning in my anger.
The anger consumes me,
As do the flames.
Love and lust.
No trust.
They have made me a fool.
I jump around for your amusement,
But am ridiculed for my incompetence.
I will no longer jump for you, my king.
Oh my dear king,
Strong and independent you may be
But modesty is not one of your qualities.
Your ego fills the room.
A massive dragon to consume you with your sins.
Your sins of lust which fill your brain
Will now be thoughts of fire and of pain.
Your queen cannot save you now,
Beautiful and gentle as she may be.
For she is conniving,
Just like the snake on her shoulder.
The snake of hell.
The devil’s brood.
Oh my dear king,
At least that’s what you believe yourself to be.
But no.
You are merely the king of your mind.
Your ego has betrayed you,
Just as you have betrayed me.
As I have been burned by my anger,
So shall you by the fire of your lies.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Does your fool amuse you, my dear king?
Do I make you laugh?
Well here’s the funniest joke of all, my dear king.
You.
For like me you are also a fool.
We are both fools in this game of life.
For we have been fooled by ourselves,
Blinded by our sins and our false pretenses.
But a fool no longer will I be.
For I will repent.
While all hope seems lost,
I will repent for my sins.
Repent for my anger,
For my hate,
For my guilt.
God will quench my thirst,
And I will be born anew in His waters.
What about you, my dear king?
My little fool.