Poetic Philosophy

Obsidian Life
By Spiros Kakos (2026-10-03)

A mad king
Ruling the world
With one word
Me
A baby he was born
Unable to stand
Every day growing strong
A full man
Doing all he can
To show the world he can go far
Now old
Beyond the threshold of speaking anymore
An obsidian scepter
On his head
Inside the grave there is nothing now
Only a whisper
Worms crawling inside passing on the message
Everything dies
But the old man abides
The grown man still fights
The baby cries
The obsidian scepter is in other hands now
Crying out loud
He lived!
Beyond the threshold of existence
The small whisper of being becomes a roar
Here I am!
Behold!