We The Kings

We scattered to the wind,
like ashes in the hearth,
left over from dying embers;
blowing free in the smoky sky.

We are the kings
of long forgotten soul,
forever drafting
on the heaven’s above.

Constellations of kings forgotten,
berated by the grave,
only to be unearthed.

Live for today,
die for the future,
but leave the breathing
up to the lost and the imprisoned.
For they control our future.

Amanda Shelton


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