Bastion Of Oblivion

-Bastion Of Oblivion-
by Keaton Foster


Within
Deepness
Inside
Darkness
Distant
The forest
Fractured
The kingdom
All of it meant to be
Or so it does seem
Eternal
Is such wickedness
Housed within bricks
Part of the foundation
Of his tragic empire
Built to honor a man
Who has done
Nothing honorable
Everything questionable
Many of the temples
Once erect
Now are in shambles
Further neglected
By a truer emptiness
They stood no chance
He alone resides
No one serves him
No one adores him
No one will repair
That which is
So helplessly broken
He is all alone
Within skin
Within bones
In a tower
The highest point
A place most divine
At least in his mind
He has come to sit
At the foot
Of an old bed
His head
Hung in his hands
His heart quite ill
He cries to himself
No one knows
No one listens
It’s just him
And his sadness
It’s just him
And his madness
Any kind of a family
Nonexistent
A love to call wife
No longer present
He lost it all
Or any chance of it
Long before this
All that remains
All there is to claim
Is this
His fractured kingdom
A bastion of oblivion
The last as he sees it
All that was built
Is crumbling away
Being destroyed
By age and decay
Leaving behind
Unusable waste
Thus enslaving change
What must be faced
Deeper he does slip
Into a sadness
Over all that is missed
And all that could have been
He will never recover
His dominion
Will further fall
All that was built
In his honor
Will come to be nothing
It will be consumed
By the encroaching forest
And the creatures
That live within it
His bastion of oblivion
Will become unidentifiable
Alone
At the foot of his bed
He cries for an escape
One that will never come
He cries for salvation
Maybe even redemption
Both will not be his
He has nothing
In every possible sense
Soon his tower will fall
Crumbling down
Into the blackness
Of all that is around
He will be crushed
By all that was built
To honor him
A man devoid
Of honorable things…



Bastion Of Oblivion
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.