Archetypes- a Poem by Michael Charboneau

I have been your King.
You bowed to my every wish
And asked what more you could do
To make me feel worshipped.

I have been your Warrior.
Standing guard, taking psychic blows
But lies make for poor armor
So I defected.

I have been your Lover.
Brief periods of intense heat
Seperated by cool looks
Days, weeks, months at a time.

I have been your Fool.
Through it all, a toy to be hidden
When you were ready to play
At being an adult again.

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