Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
It's Good To Be The King
I sit behind the ivy covered walls
of my hoary castle gazing out of
the arched windows trembling with
the utmost joy of lustful desire
over the wonderful things that I see.
For across the verdant fields the fair
maidens of my kingdom have come out to play.
I happily watch as they slip out of
their sensible dress and begin to bask
naked upon the cool gray stones and sing
merrily under the warm summer sun.
Dreamily I revel at the sight of their
smooth,lithe,lovely bodies as they frolic
joyously in the cool,crystal blue
waters of the lake, and think it is indeed
good to be the king.
Donavon Scott Vinson