The Yellow King's Executioner

​I planted myself
Where Carcosa shows.
I lost my mind,
But I found my soul.
Shrouded in the hollow
I let the Yellow King hallow
The future I'd grow.
​
Hearing Cassilda's song
I thought nothing wrong.
In the court of the dragon
I found a welcome wagon,
Where whispers set a task,
I donned their mask,
And finished transformation
To repairer of reputation --
This is my destined destination.
Feeling fine
I embraced the yellow sign --
Floating over the line.
At first
A hesitant tensing.
This isn't murder
It's cleansing.
But soon no need
For any defensing.
Raised my knife,
and unlike Lot's wife
I never looked back.
I'm sure the papers will subtract
The fact of the attack,
Claiming
Serial kills occur
And say nothing
Of the king's executioner.