History – Festival King

Cornerstone of Rome
…who would have known

Door mouse
of the house of Nobles
In the back ground stood he
bowed low

Yet
Fated well, this delicate form
by Sisters Three
The gods nodding in affirmation
when with Laurel Wreath
crowned is he

~~Cripple~~ made king
Frailty his Salvation
Affliction paved his path
to immortal initiation

Failed historian
turned ruler
of an Empire
To rule
never once
being his desire

If
truly
the gods
laugh at our
plans
At poor Claudius
surely they laughed
Heads held in their hands

A slimmer face,
Narrower nose and Higher cheek bones;
Fuller lips and Dazzling eyes…
These and more you can supply.
You make my skin glow
and bless me with a radiant complexion…
I cling to you,
for you are my perfection.

My “War paint”!
My great disguise in this “cosmetic nation”.

With you I blend in,
I am Trendy and Youthful,
Sexy as sin!… I AM BEAUTIFUL!
…Without you I am insecure;
Scared of what could be seen
once I am stripped of your wondrous sheen.

Hide my blemishes, quickly!
Spare men the sight of swollen bags under my eyes!
Stay so they may pay no attention to
my aging skin and stress lines!

…Sadly this is me “au natural”;
This is me when the Vail falls.

War paint… My biggest lie!
Yet, you are the arsenal in my hunt for a guy;
you, my greatest ally.

…And so, sadly but TRUE,
it is with you all my flaws I hide,
with each layer of “war paint” I apply.