King of Swords (System Suite)

The original version of King of Swords has been published in All of Me Vol. II, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing.

Listen to King of Swords by Richard Charles Stevens (System Suite)

Listen to System by Force Legato

Charmed (repeat)

Charmed
The pendant rune
Which reads and hears
Which feels and loves
Observes and knows
Sees all
And duly calls unto

King of Swords
With eyes for only truth
Sat astride a throne festooned with butterflies and crescent moon
Trees behind him motionless
Yet unresigned to brokenness
Their open arms embraced of precious boon

Charmed
The pendant rune
Which reads and hears
Which feels and loves
Observes and knows
Sees all
And duly calls unto

With heart halfway to neutralised
Each angel in his view confides
Words comprising subtle guidance
Eyes bejeweled that shuttle diamonds
To a soul of old untold
Condoled of tolled subsidence
Set upon by mindless violence
Strident cries of blind contrivance
Dressing-down his noncompliance
Less avowed to bold defiance
Failing grades
In danger of adieu
Saving grace the angels in his view
Saving grace the angels in his view

Charmed
The pendant rune
Which reads and hears
Which feels and loves
Observes and knows
Sees all
And duly calls unto

Sword unsheathed of conscious mind
In right hand bearing left decisive
Non-divisive
Sound advice supplied by intuition
Slicing through the overhanging vines of signed petition to malign the road that winds towards perdition
Innermost the opus vision
Canonised this composition
Magnified with swift precision
Dandified the dandelions in bloom
Lighting up the face divine of angels in his view

King of Swords
With eyes for only truth
Dressed in crimson cape and tunic blue
Much ado and nothing much reluctantly assumed
Chasing butterflies within embrace of crescent moon
Sweeping change estranged from disillusion
Heaping praise on healing rays while weeping gain through pains of each contusion
Of clarity and restitution
Set adrift from institution
Vigilant to writ of execution
Better dressed to second guess than wrest with destitution
Deep red are the jewels bedecked within this tunic blue
For blessèd be the angels in his view
Blessèd be the angels in his view