A Thousand Years From Forever (Two)

Waterloo    
Below Sea Level    
     
A Meeting Among Kings    
Throne Room   
     
Gentleman, get a hold of your Goddamn crown      
I demand silence from around this table and my ears better not hear not even a pen dropping to the stab of floor or the echoing sound    
You all will uphold your respect in my council quarters    
These discussions are debated in sacred waters    
Must I remind you all in attendance, I am the Supreme King of the Waterloo, one of the finest foundational reams prior to soaring to Heaven, and that will remain as I stamp upon my royal insignia my creed as I stand here    
And no foreigner enters my Kingdom and excites this much fear    
She is only flesh and blood    
A feisty maiden, friend, or foe, a Lotus Flower made out of Earth clay, and encircled soil that has saturated to mud    
     
Yes, as we sit among each other and converse there are heady discussions within the circle of Kingdoms, everyone who glances upon such a fine beauty is saying she may be Earth or even a Angel Siren, most have said her eyes look to be the window to her soul      
I refuse to adhere men of distinguish are getting in an uproar over a phantom Queen    
No woman should have that much power over another’s heart, in the end, it will bring a man to his knees, or in some cases, a night of endless wet dreams    
I have yet to see this beauty, the Kings from various Kingdoms who have confessed to seeing her after her arrival, of this realm, I will get to the bottom of her presence, this fair maiden’s truth I will strangely demand    
If indeed she has been sent from either Hades or Heaven, I would be the first to thwart her plans    
     
My King, Lord of the Waterloo    
Words of vision regarding this woman is circulating, she may be the ghost of…of    
I do not want to hear that rubbish, that concept is no longer a mere thought I would simply entertain with open arms of love    
My beloved Queen has left and never to return    
What has remained is an abandoned royal bed she allowed to burn    
Hurtful memories now sealed in a bittersweet Urn    
     
I have arranged a Royal Ball for all Kings to attend    
There will be every dignitary wanting to sniff that pussy on the wind    
My King, My Lord, what if indeed this woman is a spy    
She will be brought before this sovereign’s judging committee, without a wait      
     
How could we all be sure, the security of Waterloo’s future is not at stake    
We have survived many wars in this domain in regard to the Cold War from here to Hades      
And within this oracle of time, we, as Royal Entities, will not allow anything less    
Bring in the Sacred Alchemist Seer, I am sure, My King, My Lord, all men sitting here would like to hear her predictions, and the fate of the Waterloo, there are concern that needs to be addressed at hand    
Very well, and all Kings shall stand    
   
The Sacred Alchemist Seer    
     
Please sit everyone, I come bearing unsettling news    
Trying times should be forecasted within the waters of the Waterloo    
This entity you speak of has traveled through several dimensional portals that have not been mandated by mortals or forged by time    
She is the energy matter who soars at night and perches upon the Sun as Earth’s smile    
There is darkness behind this woman’s enticing eyes    
Tell us Sacred Alchemist Seer, is she the Queen, who our King, our Lord, has laid between her thighs    
A time when glory greeted the day as sure as a golden sunrise    
     
My King, My Lord, you will be drawn in a web of pursuit    
There are many degrees of Eve when sinking in the sweetness of her offering fruit    
She will beguile you, she is the entwined bone marrow of your soul    
Many moons passed Earth, and the baptism of these waters will entwine and console    
What gibberish are you speaking old woman, and talk sense    
Is she my Beloved Queen from whence    
My King, My Lord, you will only remember by the feel of her vibration, the sway of her sinsations, upon by the whispers of your beating heart    
Do not be fooled to call an ember a stark    
     
And you have seen this woman, Sacred Alchemist Seer    
If so, tell me if this woman is not a fragment of any horney King’s imagination, as the Supreme King of the Waterloo, you may be excused, now can anyone still here in attendance make me a believer    
And not words from an eccentric old Dream Weaver    
So, after hearing the specifics of the Seer’s premonitions    
I am not totally convinced this woman is the spitting image of my lost Queen, or her phantom rendition      
My bed has been empty by moon phases of wishing    
     
My King, My Lord, each King would like to know, if indeed this foreigner entity is indeed your beloved Queen, then what    
She must answer to me, she abandoned her throne that is a serious offense by law    
Before I weigh in with my final judgment, I will have to say, I have seen and saw    
If there are no more inquiries this meeting is adjourned    
And never think I will allow anyone to bring discord through the divine portals of the Waterloo, so shall it be written, so shall it be done, and that by the blood of my oath, my Warriors, and my Royal Kings, of the Waterloo’s security will uphold that alliance of this Kingdom’s greater good, until the sword of death, and that I will confirm    
     
     
   
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