Collecting hearts like some collect small coins,
He takes each one and rakes it in,
And builds the mountain up as more begin
To meet that fate, succumb, and join.
He’s clearly done this many times before,
Because he knows just which card he should play
To fool the rest and get his way
As his collection of red hearts grows more.
But it will all be over soon,
As the king takes his righteous raven queen.
But she is just as soon forgone, unseen,
He throws her back and shoots the Moon.
You should have known right from the start,
He doesn’t really care, he’s only playing hearts.
ha. IIII inspired I inspired this one.
ReplyDeleteYou definitely inspired this one, Aaron. For sure.
ReplyDeleteGood poem, not a complicated subject but I like the general flow of it all.
Good and not nearly as corny as the metaphor could have turned out. Curious as to the inspiration (unless it was meaning made to match metaphor, instead of the inverse) since, considering Aaron's past, the possibility of him inspiring it is dubious at best but most likely delusional.
ReplyDeleteI like lines 6 and 10 especially but feel that line 12 was a bit of a stretch- you sacrifice poetic merit in order to develop the metaphor. But good on the whole.