The King Cannot Hold

Antique and vast things fall apart,
shattered upon the world.
The blood-visage lies loosed,
wrinkled innocence is drowned,
the best of passions survive.
Some lifeless revelation troubles the heart.
Somewhere, the head of a man is moving its shadows.
The darkness drops these words:
“Know my name, my works, my nightmare.”
Remains of that boundless beast
stretch to be born.

Erin Marie Hall, 2017

Remixed works:
Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Second Coming, by William Butler Yeats