Imperial Apogee

I have come to a final imperial apogee

Through these well articulated final chords

About how you all won’t listen to me 

Based in archaic records and accords 

Because those old thoughts are syncretic 

As they socioemotionally inflate over time 

Like dyed snowflakes that are built synthetic

They’re not appropriating but appreciating 

Let us fade as kings and queens together 

For I have come to such a royal apogee

I classically yearn to be encased in ice forever

And not to become an emotional latchkey

So as culture’s guardian and nature’s child

My baleful dreams portray an honest truth 

Of resultantly wanting to let loose and go wild

Without anyone trying to silence my youth

© Niklen 3/10/19