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Sovereign Set ~ Take The Throne Portraits #61

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TAKE THE THRONE So you want the throne? Take the throne. Do you think it was a seat I asked to sit? Take the throne. That its steel was grown around me? Like the rain and mud and silt? Take the throne. No. It was, The rust, the dagger and the unholy ilk. Take the throne. My gift to you and all that we have known, Part a legacy, Part my blood and grit and bone. Take the throne. By the sword and the sickle, I embrace your heresy, If you've got what it takes, Take the throne. THE KING He ruled with iron, stone and a consummate throne, Disciples crawling out of gardens of bliss, Shucked shells and opulent riddles, cannot resist, Here, Babylons and banquets exist. A ruler with grace, Kingdom flourished in a golden age, Overall all he pervade, "I bid my time, My wish, my desire to reign over all that's mine, My years in the shadows, behind castle walls, The loyalty of assassins, I cloaked them in golden shawls." His paradise perished away, His kingdom now lies in the mist, It's fate sealed with a sickly sweat kiss, Loved by his people, friend of the many, Amongst the rubble a legacy, His jewels ransacked, and his throne now empty, An army's trophies in scraps, My time has come, Desolation in the dusts of war Surround as I rise. The remnants of a paradise that lies like rotten fruit on rusted platters, it's raw, It's black in the skies. Now it's all that I pervade and the kingdom remains, Ascension, a King at the coronation. At the end of a blade, For my kingdom will prosper, And the throne, it's mine. THE QUEEN In the citadels of Halifax, Dripping every wall with the thickest wax, The regent's poison in the goblets, As they remove the blade that's in their backs. To see with more than eyes, Read their moves like they're written on their faces, Across the board, across the sea of foreign places, Poisoned cups are filled with lies, Travel lands to different graces, The end of eras filled the wax covered vases, The glass cabinet which is her life, To get through her, will take a sacrifice, Wax covered the walls, Preservation in the palace halls, To keep it safe within ourselves, Our hope and sanctity, Preservation above all else. Preserve the covenant, The armature, the chairs, the furniture, Every detail, a mark to mature, Ornaments to be sure, Dispatch the holdings of the treasury, What we said to put too readily. Break the soul in two parts because it's broken in the rectory, Hopeless, lifeless for what she said to me, Under the heal of endless revery, Broken on a lifeless life to be, Preservation constrained and never free, Wax covered, leads to a better me. To see with more than eyes, Read their moves like they're written on their faces, Across the board, across the sea of foreign places, Poisoned cups are filled with lies, Travel lands to different graces, The end of eras filled the wax covered vases, The glass cabinet which is my life, To get through me, will take a sacrifice. Preserve The Queen to save the monarchy, Paint the walls with wax, And then fall to the floor and paint me. In the citadels of Halifax, Dripping every wall with the thickest wax, The regent's poison in the goblets, As they remove the blade that's in their backs. THE ROOK Raise the gate!! Trapped in the halls with no escape, Trapped in the labyrinth of this castle, It's cobbled bricks and go back centuries to this date, I hear it's voices, Chasing through endless corridors, Another turn at the end of every hall, Leads to the pathway I swear I've been before, Whispers leaking out the walls, Trapped within and without, The rules of the game, Chambers of sound, I'm surrounded by pages and pages and pages, Rocks steady my feet on the ground, Don't slip for a minute, There's ghosts all around, If I can hear them at least there's a chance, Make way for the King's advance! There's a patter of footsteps, I swear it's not mine, If I can find him, his presence divine, To stop the enemy and raise the gate. Wet walls with stone pushed into place, A thousand years before, The sentinel of war, Spiralled my lost soul, In a labyrinth of endless corridors, Staircase to a lost world. If I find him breathing at my back, I know that I'm one step closer, To finding him in the black. I feel the walls closing in, The game and all it's been. There, there he is in the garden, Staring up at the sky. Staring up at the sacred light ripped from the skies, Beaming perpetual divinity from the rocks of solid mankind. Exploding from the caverns under coal-mines. Staring up at the sacred light ripped from the skies, Beaming perpetual divinity from the rocks of solid mankind. Exploding from the caverns under coal-mines. At last, I can ask him, to raise up the gate. Upon the perfect check mate. THE KNIGHT Empires crumble into a basin, The gardens of Golgotha, Birthplace of all creation, Where doves take flight in sudden elation, As the sun bleeds in the dusk, I drop to my knees in the churchyard its spires in thrust, Where were you this day? Frozen in the Everglades, Or rolling your fingers down the blessed blade, The reflections of chivalry, Rally the cavalry, She left his hope like hoof marks in the mud, Galloping hooves, Pounding hooves, Swords clamor, Amor and steel, The plunder of the oceans bounty before them, The prophets words still in their memory. Cups full of blood, Reflections of love, Dragonfly crest, Green that matched her green dress, Reflections of a stable, Where they went each day, His touch each day is full. Danger in his hooves, Though courage hides the truth, Sacred sound of youth, Pounding on the wood, Cabinets stained by cups of blood, Lovers on the cusp, The cups of blood, Stained with love. She shivers by the window, Silver shines in the moonlight, Grips the handle of his sword, That feeling of the forbidden Knight. Courage hides the truth, Gold to pursue, Steeds in the rain, I'll find my way back to you, To the lady I can't bare to refrain. Reflections where it's sealed, Reflections on the road, Reflections concealed, Reflections he had known. Reflections of the order, Rolling waves of knights on the Crusade, Templars united until the end of days, Reflections on the water, Reflections of holy lands, Reflections of a blessed blade. "Empires crumble into a basin The gardens of Golgotha Birthplace of all creation Where doves take flight in sudden elation As the sun bleeds in the dusk I drop to my knees in the churchyard, its spires in thrust. She shivers by the window, Silver shines in the moonlight, Grips the handle of his sword, That feeling of the forbidden Knight. THE BISHOP Daggers in the shadows, Clink against the cobble stones, Revenge is in the air and players of that board checkered the floor, Splinters in my feet as I walk the boards, Hissing in the corridors, Snakes slither the floor, Can't promise the world if they can't talk any more, And can't hardly whisper if they no longer walk, Into the shadows I stalk, A mystery in the miseries of humanity, To turn one's back on the almighty, I'll be waiting and oh what I sight to see, The man himself without guard or armor, In the unassuming grips of laughter, Enjoy what the lord gave you, For your last night on this earth, Revenge on my lips, Revenge of the bishop, If you're asleep when I visit, it cannot hurt. THE BOARD A seat, A board of black and white, Players compete, A game, the metaphor for life, Pieces, move in the silence. Kings and Queens trust by the knife. The board, a battlefield, Where pawns are sacrificed, Where bishops are slaughtered by knights, Where castles stand and fight, We find our marble in time, Rooks march in a line, Stings protect the queen's hive, The seat where the king must decide, The fate of the game in his hands to abide. A canvas of thought, Brushes of war, Fine metal jaws, Clash with their armour, Victory! At the end of it all, just a simple wooden board. Long-Form Generative AI Art and Poetry, Edition of 666 Stable Diffusion + Upscaler By Laurence Fuller, October 3, 2023 THE KING He ruled with iron, stone and a consummate throne, Disciples crawling out of gardens of bliss, Shucked shells and opulent riddles, cannot resist, Here Babylons and banquets exist. A ruler with grace, Kingdom flourished in a golden age, Overall all he pervade, "I bid my time, My wish, my desire to reign over all that's mine, My years in the shadows, behind castle walls, The loyalty of assassins, I cloaked them in golden shawls." His paradise perished away, His kingdom now lies in the mist, It's fate sealed with a sickly sweat kiss, Loved by his people, friend of the many, Amongst the rubble a legacy, His jewels ransacked, and his throne now empty, An army's trophies in scraps, My time has come, Desolation in the dusts of war Surround as I rise. The remnants of a paradise that lies like rotten fruit on rusted platters, it's raw, It's black in the skies. Now it's all that I pervade and the kingdom remains, Ascension, a King at the coronation. At the end of a blade, For my kingdom will prosper, And the throne, it's mine. THE QUEEN In the citadels of Halifax, Dripping every wall with the thickest wax, The regent's poison in the goblets, As they remove the blade that's in their backs. To see with more than eyes, Read their moves like they're written on their faces, Across the board, across the sea of foreign places, Poisoned cups are filled with lies, Travel lands to different graces, The end of eras filled the wax covered vases, The glass cabinet which is her life, To get through her, will take a sacrifice, Wax covered the walls, Preservation in the palace halls, To keep it safe within ourselves, Our hope and sanctity, Preservation above all else. Preserve the covenant, The armature, the chairs, the furniture, Every detail, a mark to mature, Ornaments to be sure, Dispatch the holdings of the treasury, What we said to put too readily. Break the soul in two parts because it's broken in the rectory, Hopeless, lifeless for what she said to me, Under the heal of endless revery, Broken on a lifeless life to be, Preservation constrained and never free, Wax covered, leads to a better me. To see with more than eyes, Read their moves like they're written on their faces, Across the board, across the sea of foreign places, Poisoned cups are filled with lies, Travel lands to different graces, The end of eras filled the wax covered vases, The glass cabinet which is my life, To get through me, will take a sacrifice. Preserve The Queen to save the monarchy, Paint the walls with wax, And then fall to the floor and paint me. In the citadels of Halifax, Dripping every wall with the thickest wax, The regent's poison in the goblets, As they remove the blade that's in their backs. THE ROOK Raise the gate!! Trapped in the halls with no escape, Trapped in the labyrinth of this castle, It's cobbled bricks and go back centuries to this date, I hear it's voices, Chasing through endless corridors, Another turn at the end of every hall, Leads to the pathway I swear I've been before, Whispers leaking out the walls, Trapped within and without, The rules of the game, Chambers of sound, I'm surrounded by pages and pages and pages, Rocks steady my feet on the ground, Don't slip for a minute, There's ghosts all around, If I can hear them at least there's a chance, Make way for the King's advance! There's a patter of footsteps, I swear it's not mine, If I can find him, his presence divine, To stop the enemy and raise the gate. Wet walls with stone pushed into place, A thousand years before, The sentinel of war, Spiralled my lost soul, In a labyrinth of endless corridors, Staircase to a lost world. If I find him breathing at my back, I know that I'm one step closer, To finding him in the black. I feel the walls closing in, The game and all it's been. There, there he is in the garden, Staring up at the sky. Staring up at the sacred light ripped from the skies, Beaming perpetual divinity from the rocks of solid mankind. Exploding from the caverns under coal-mines. Staring up at the sacred light ripped from the skies, Beaming perpetual divinity from the rocks of solid mankind. Exploding from the caverns under coal-mines. At last, I can ask him, to raise up the gate. Upon the perfect check mate. THE KNIGHT Empires crumble into a basin, The gardens of Golgotha, Birthplace of all creation, Where doves take flight in sudden elation, As the sun bleeds in the dusk, I drop to my knees in the churchyard its spires in thrust, Where were you this day? Frozen in the Everglades, Or rolling your fingers down the blessed blade, The reflections of chivalry, Rally the cavalry, She left his hope like hoof marks in the mud, Galloping hooves, Pounding hooves, Swords clamor, Amor and steel, The plunder of the oceans bounty before them, The prophets words still in their memory. Cups full of blood, Reflections of love, Dragonfly crest, Green that matched her green dress, Reflections of a stable, Where they went each day, His touch each day is full. Danger in his hooves, Though courage hides the truth, Sacred sound of youth, Pounding on the wood, Cabinets stained by cups of blood, Lovers on the cusp, The cups of blood, Stained with love. She shivers by the window, Silver shines in the moonlight, Grips the handle of his sword, That feeling of the forbidden Knight. Courage hides the truth, Gold to pursue, Steeds in the rain, I'll find my way back to you, To the lady I can't bare to refrain. Reflections where it's sealed, Reflections on the road, Reflections concealed, Reflections he had known. Reflections of the order, Rolling waves of knights on the Crusade, Templars united until the end of days, Reflections on the water, Reflections of holy lands, Reflections of a blessed blade. "Empires crumble into a basin The gardens of Golgotha Birthplace of all creation Where doves take flight in sudden elation As the sun bleeds in the dusk I drop to my knees in the churchyard, its spires in thrust. She shivers by the window, Silver shines in the moonlight, Grips the handle of his sword, That feeling of the forbidden Knight. THE BISHOP Daggers in the shadows, Clink against the cobble stones, Revenge is in the air and players of that board checkered the floor, Splinters in my feet as I walk the boards, Hissing in the corridors, Snakes slither the floor, Can't promise the world if they can't talk any more, And can't hardly whisper if they no longer walk, Into the shadows I stalk, A mystery in the miseries of humanity, To turn one's back on the almighty, I'll be waiting and oh what I sight to see, The man himself without guard or armour, In the unassuming grips of laughter, Enjoy what the lord gave you, For your last night on this earth, Revenge on my lips, Revenge of the bishop, If you're asleep when I visit, it cannot hurt. THE BOARD A seat, A board of black and white, Players compete, A game, the metaphor for life, Pieces, move in the silence. Kings and Queens trust by the knife. The board, a battlefield, Where pawns are sacrificed, Where bishops are slaughtered by knights, Where castles stand and fight, We find our marble in time, Rooks march in a line, Stings protect the queen's hive, The seat where the king must decide, The fate of the game in his hands to abide. A canvas of thought, Brushes of war, Fine metal jaws, Clash with their armour, Victory! At the end of it all, just a simple wooden board. Long-Form Generative AI Art and Poetry, Edition of 166 Stable Diffusion + Upscaler By Laurence Fuller, October 6, 2023 @laurencefuller www.laurencefuller.art/web3