Forgotten King



Follow the wind

Over the land

Over canyons deep

Across the fields

Of wildflowers

And into the forest creep

Through the shadows

Of gnarled old oak

Passed the moonlit clearing

Step wide and far

Of the witch’s hut

Her eyes you should be fearing

Stay on the banks

Of the rushing river

It will lead you from the trees

When you emerge

At the river’s mouth

Turn your bearing east

Up and over

Rolling hills

Past a sapphire lake

Until you find

A hard dirt road

Winding like a snake

Take the left

Follow the path

Above a city ruined

Crumbling walls

Broken domes

How many are there entombed?

The path you’re on

Will wind and rise

To a high and jutting cliff

Where in a hall

Awaits a king

Forgotten and bereft

For long ago

Far out to sea

His queen was drowned and gone

Heart turned cold

Tears of ice

He set his heart to mourn

He cried his love

From empty eyes

And sat his throne in dark despair

The years ran

Like the tides that took her

His kingdom fell to disrepair

There he still is

Upon his throne

The Forgotten Kings grim fate

To sit alone

In countless tears

And for his Queen await


©Aarron Mondello


If I

By Aarron Mondello


If I pulled out my Beating Heart Would you keep it beside your bed
Would you know that every beat was meant for you
Or would you forget you had it, another nick nack in your room

If I sold my soul to you
Would you keep it in your pocket
Would you spend your spare moments listening to its song
or would you put it down somewhere and ignore it

If I took the dreams of my imagination
Would you use them in your sleep for Fantastical exploration
Would you watch the world’s unfold in times of relaxation
Or would you turn your eyes away from my foreign destinations

If I laid my whole self prostrate on the floor
Succumbed to you in every way promised yours forever more
Would you wrap your arms about me like protective armour
Or would you walk all over me in your haste to reach the door

©Aarron Mondello