R.A. Iscalon

Long Live the King

There I sat, 
On throne of decay,
In castle of rot. 
 
My subjects stood before me, 
Epizootic gripped their shells, 
Fear, their hearts.
 
They waited for me to say something, anything,
To lessen their fear,
Their pain.
 
So I spoke.
 
“I have lived since the seas spindled into waves, 
Since the first of us learned to walk.
I know the cycles of the world, my children.
You are eternal, they are not.”
 
But my words turned against me.
 
I looked to the heavens,
and hell opened wide,
Releasing its demonic servants upon us.
 
Screams filled my kingdom.
Webbed lines crashed down.
Even the most ancient of my kin were helpless to them,
Their claws scarred the ground.
 
They cried, “All was for naught!”
 
But I endured,
Knowing one day,
My tears would make the oceans rise,
And consume them instead.