House of Cards

Isolation kills

Fierce winds blow against the house of cards

It does not shutter it, does not shake

Inside closed walls, away from the ruckus and pollen

Lives a soul proudly screening his greatness of his capabilities

Only he is the king to his castle, without a princess, nor a dragon

Afraid of the creatures that roam the world he sought inclosure from such horrors

Thus he built a place where he can defend his fears from the monsters he sees

Yet only he sees the demons, and never the saints, nor the greatness of the natural being

Alone at home, he claims no slave to no other man, for he has not seen any another man

The only man he sees, reflects from his eyes, a face he has only felt, but has never truly seen

The man roams the halls of his walls, without concerns of being alone, since he has not felt anything else

One night, the fearful man prepared his food, like he always does every other night

He set the table of four dusty seats, only one has felt the touch of man

The man eats his food, then in a second, it slipped too fast and cause him to choke, until red

He looked around and hit himself, but it not help, it only delayed

In a second, he gasped his last breathe and fell to the ground, utterly dead

The king to his castle fell to his grave, but no one was there to mourn his death

Author's Note

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