Wish For Chaos
Like with the last two weeks, this week’s poem is another fantasy one from that collection I’ve been writing loosely recently, and although it doesn’t expand upon the worldbuilding quite as much, I hope it still provides an interesting little insight into this setting!
Wish For ChaosDoesn’t every man want to go mad,
one day, and rant and rave until he runs
outside the walls, perhaps chased
by an armoured member of the guard–
perhaps left to his screaming,
while he runs, at a speed unattainable
through training, straight into those woods
that surround us, heavy as a bad dream,
thick as the chains around a prisoner’s wrists
as he is led to the gallows–I speak in
the hypothetical, of course, as there
have been no hangings under our King’s rule,
but nevertheless, doesn’t every man
truly yearn to be free, completely unburdened
of the vicious demands of his society?
We are no better than the devil, in that
we yearn for our basest instincts–we yearn
for the chaos that lies, waiting, around the corner
from the strict order that we built ourselves.
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