The Crimson King stands over his favissa
Him, the arkwright of his implements
Familiar with subterfuge
His is not a place of refuge
The reflections from his windows
Causes a flutter of the soul
Because through these windows
His soul is as burnt charcoal
Clandestine by nature
His voice, a cacophony of screams
The King has to but open his mouth
To delve into your dreams
A vision of horror
One propagated by his imp
You see yourself on a pyre
A corset of terror
Making you limp
(C)- Vivian Zems
12 words to use: corset flutter reflection favissa crimson imp pyre
subterfuge cacophony clandestine delve arkwright
The Crimson King is the main antagonist of The Dark Tower Series by Stephen King. He is the orchestrator of the chaos and decay in the Keystone World.
Smell The Coffee 
October 2, 2017 at 6:03 pm
You have used the given words seamlessly in your poem. Well done.
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October 3, 2017 at 7:11 am
Thank you!
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October 2, 2017 at 9:39 pm
Great job with the wordle 😀
Has a wonderful flow and resonance, and I can understand how it would spark the imagination to jump to a Stephen King series indeed.
Glad you had so much fun with this – thanks for playing – and great creative writing 🙂
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October 3, 2017 at 7:07 am
Thank you! My pleasure 😊
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October 2, 2017 at 10:43 pm
Nicely done. I like the way you let the words run through with a bit of ominous feel
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October 3, 2017 at 7:03 am
The Crimson King tends to do that to you 😊 Thank you!
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October 3, 2017 at 12:05 am
Great use of the words Vivian, I loved the notion of a corset of terror….so nicely done.
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October 3, 2017 at 7:00 am
Thanks Michael!
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October 3, 2017 at 1:19 am
Reminds me of the very dark ages… and torture chambers. Eek!
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October 3, 2017 at 6:58 am
Eek indeed😊 Thank you!
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October 3, 2017 at 2:22 pm
A vision of horror
One propagated by his imp
You see yourself on a pyre
A corset of terror
Reminiscent of the despotic kings whose words were law. wonderful word craft Vivian!
Hank
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October 3, 2017 at 6:36 pm
Thanks, Hank😊
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October 4, 2017 at 11:08 pm
❤️ Just finished reading Elizabeth Kostova’s The Historian this morning, and your poem totally reminded me of that.
And it just raised a question I keep forgetting to ask. Can you think of any place / society / culture in which a man will address a woman he loves as his Empress, not “my Queen,” but “my Empress”? I want to say Nigeria, Ethiopia, Benin, the Maya, New Orleans. Maybe even – though this might be a long shot – Judaism? Babylonian?
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October 4, 2017 at 11:17 pm
Gosh- I wish I could help you there. Not the foggiest idea!!
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October 4, 2017 at 11:24 pm
You and me both. I’ve asked everyone I could think of. I’m going with New Orleans on this one. But considering what a melting pot it was, the custom could have come from anywhere.
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October 5, 2017 at 5:37 am
Look for a historian blogger- you might be lucky.
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October 6, 2017 at 10:39 pm
I’ve found a few leads here and there, mainly to the New Orleans connections. But thanks for the reminder. I somehow didn’t think to contact historian bloggers in connection with that question.
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October 7, 2017 at 7:28 am
All the best!
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October 7, 2017 at 9:49 am
Thank you! Will keep you posted.
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