Ludwig The Second Of Bavaria - The Moon King Poem by DM W

The Moon King was a great, restless spirit
Who teetered on the verge of madness;
Who knew the joy of verdant creation
And the icy solitude of dark stars;
Pale, mysterious brother to the sun;
Swan feathered dreamer in a prosaic world.

His troubled legacy remains despite
The mists of time and the twilight shadows.
His fairy tale castles were forged from legends;
Where picture book rays of beauty abound:
Opulent statues and chandeliers;
Porcelain peacocks of permanent bliss;
Ivory candelabras with dozens of branches;
Sumptuous carpets spun from ostrich plumes;
Crystal mirrors, vast silk and velvet drapes;
And marble rose petals gleaming with dew.

O fabled kingdom of colour and light
Built on cruel earth of decay and despair.
Archaic diamond studded dynasty;
Where illusion confounds reality;
An artificial paradise removed
From life's unceasing change and sorrows