From my predecessor’s consort, was I born,
in Nymphenburg palace, that absess, which begets no revelry,
For I’m adorned and primed to wear that crown, but
No duty would I like better than to be left alone
By the schwansee, maybe Wagner could accompany,
And Paul, With his fantasy could comfort my ears and eyes,
While my dove takes flight to inspire this eagle’s love.
Alas, these eye’s of this child shut quick on that blissful glimpse
With an ascended thrown for my arse to sit upon and don
The power of my birthright, Perched atop the corpse
Of my father. Why Bother with such politic?
I’ll call Richard to soothe the corridors with his music!
They say of me I saved Thee, whilst ye fear I may
Melt away like a fleeting dream! Oh fleeing fantasy,
This vulgar world holds no place for you, What am
I wont to do? Oust you for your perversions?
For my people who won’t understand you? Who
Cannot appreciate such genius that soothes this king’s
Youthful brooding. What a Pendulum that moves me!
My people, So confused to follow the conservative path
And judge against the beauty of art, They are misled
To think evil lurks within the hedonism of feeling for
The unreal… The theatre I’ve built for you must edify
And inspire! I called Perfall to introduce You all,
Mozart, Shakespeare, Ibsen to behold!
Alas, to me your eyes are glued, misled again
To follow me instead of thinking for yourselves,
Please me, no more, Else I banish all, and keep it
For myself, for none have such a taste for these pleasures
Like I. My people disappoint me, yet I’m appointed
To lead the masses who stall and stare at me,
Not the beauty intrinsically dispersed around ye!
Oh my people, can ye not enjoy a day without
Asking more of me? No tyrant have I become,
No giant with cruel hands that rule, I am but human,
Yet you demand of me the things that ruin
My fantasy. Like heinrich I’m torn! My faith
Brings scorn upon desires I cannot control,
So with men I bond, to please god. Is that
So Wrong? Oh how I’m torn!
All the while fighting neighbors upset that I
Would not willingly Ally with, til the weeks of war
Matched the days of week, enough, Enough Death!
I do not seek destruction in my rule, Oh bittersweet
Comprehension Makes my wont that of a fool,
Ignorant to time’s spool of thread that clothes
The heretic, what a dreadful Place I’m wedged into!
An empire, Now must I endorse! But none of this what I want,
And worse still is that I act in reaction, ever moved by everything
Else this vulgar world produces, Men induced with power,
Towering above the masses, moving pawns from their perches
To see a german unification that serves the royal, While loyal
People toil in blood. I Want none of it. Is that so terrible?
Must I destroy and leave that death wake? I wish to create!
Oh what Art I could make! Castles could relate my fantasy,
But these ministers will not let go of me. Men! How I loathe
The Power hungry, who would see arsenic to my drink
If it meant sinking into this throne next, How I’m vexed,
I do not care for all this politic! Leave me be to the countryside
And a fantasy.
Now they talk of money! Oh one trial after another,
What matters of this currency, isn’t this palace worth
Every ounce of metal for every block of stone, every finely
Crafted corridor? What is this talk of debt?!
Look at what I’ve made, the world is in debt to me
For bringing alive this Fantasy! But no, They claw
And climb underneathe my skin, conspiritors to see
My end, attack my sanity to plead me unfit for this
Birthright. These Doctors call me crazy, never
Having met me! What a vulgar world I’ve been thrust into.
What Fantasy can save me now? Which dream
Could I drown in? They take my crown, and sound
Alarms against me, what more can they take?
I pondered as I walked along the lake,
The wake looked gentle as heaven’s gates,
If I’m not mistaken, my appointment
Before Peter was scheduled at seven,
He must appreciate my fancy, and my Fantasy
Will live on for eternity.
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