A Prince in the Kingdom of Ghosts

by John Shirley

                                art by Prince Satyrn

I dreamed I was a prince in the Kingdom of Ghosts

where I was both dead and alive;

I rode a gray stallion in the Kingdom of Ghosts

and my mount had burning eyes.

I rode through the night to the Unseen Hills

and spoke to the passing clouds—

the clouds had once been kings and queens

and their raindrops cried aloud.

And I will be king

 in the Kingdom of Ghosts;

I will reign over the Sighing Land—

I will be king

 in the Kingdom of Ghosts,

the Scepter of Bones in my hand

I followed a trail through the fields of pain—

in flames of  emerald green;

I rode through the valley of echoing screams

to seek my spectral queen.

The Wine of Time’s distilled for her—

she sips the memories of yore;

the Bride of Time will give me peace

from my unceasing inner war.

And I will be king

 in the Kingdom of Ghosts;

I will reign over the Sighing Land—

I will be king

 in the Kingdom of Ghosts,

the Scepter of Bones in my hand.

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