The Fall of a House

Predators circle

Inside the palace walls–

Draped in silk,

They slip between the marble columns

Like ghosts

Amid the usual

Courtiers.

 

With poisoned whispers

They sting the royal family,

Turning one against

The other,

Until all

Become suspect

To all.

 

Wolves howl

In the distance,

As a slivered moon

Sinks

Below the coastal

Horizon.

 

The day breaks,

And hounds in the courtyard

Tear

At the torso of a

Dead prince.

 

 

Another house has fallen.

 

9/19/25