The Tangled Land of Purple Kings

In the tangled land of purple kings
I came upon a monarch on his throne;
Past purple fountain’s majesty ensconced
Amid the tangled world he called his own

He told me of his many-colored lies,
Of stories spun without a bit of truth;
That asked if I’d submit, as others had,
Although his usual preference was youth —

I turned and fled into the purple night,
And found a tunnel leading Lord-knows-where —
It twisted; doubled-back, went up and down:
I knew I wasn’t going anywhere

But soon, another palace came in view.
I went there to escape the tunnel’s doom:
And there, the king was friendly and benign
And gave me food and comfort and a room

There in the tangled land of purple kings
I do not recommend that any go:
But if you must – the third king on the left –
Is where you should be staying
Tangled Purple 2

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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