BARE AND BONE

Wearing my shoes
Laced tight
Walked
Down the road
With long strides
While
Genie Of my thoughts
Tripped me down
And
Popped up from
Below my feet:
"Your Majesty!
What thee say
Will be done
At thy bidding!!"

It abided, with
Proper respect, and
Strength of might
Not knowing
Who propelled the spin
And saw me
Stooping down
Holding the casket
Full of past and present
With my last say:
"All is gone
What was dear
To my throne.
It laced my future
Tightly bound to coffin
With bare and bone!"