The King's Cards

The clouds reign for the heart of a king
Leaving a layer of sweated tears on everything
The subjects bow at the desires of his whim
Each flower a blossom of hope on each limb
Oceans ache for the clubs of a king
Of wars fought and lives taken each wave sings
The shores change their shape with each ebb and tide
But the winds whisper to the tears cried
The fire burns for the diamonds of a king
Riches in the mind give the soul wings
Each sparkle a brilliant light to each facet
Yet the ghosts that haunt are sealed in a dark casket
The earth cries out for the spades of a king
To dig and bury the pride and dreams he brings
Each ounce of dirt or handful of moist sand
A welcomed bed of hope tilled by calloused hands