10,000 Eunuchs
He
was one of a kind
The
King of Queens
he
would never walk, only stride
sumptous
in his divine glamour, glorious
His
field was the court, and the court was his field
he
would hold court on his field
no
one approaches the Empress but by me
no
one speaks to the Empress but by me
He
had been castrated when he was 12
almost
too old for the job
he
never knew what would become of his mind
they
drowned him in sweat and sewed him up
Now
he was 40 and the number 1 of 10,000
he
was in his prime, he was a gelded stallion
beautiful
to all who glanced his way
the
deep green eyes held passion and lust
Worry
was his mask, nonchalance was his appendage
but
as always he kept his testes in the sack around his neck
like
the albatross of death, green with envy, black with blood
he
held the 10,000 closer than night soil, to be spoiled if need be
He
was the King of the 10,000
the
Empress trusted him with her life, with her empire of gold
the
Eunuchs plotted and planned, seething with glee
his
painful death, poison, steel, reptile, gossip or lies,
he
was theirs
~ rpleith
~ rpleith
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