The King's Howl

His tormented screams vibrated

off the walls

cried, of anguish, of sorrow and a shattered soul.

Each step weakening his already dead heart,

staggering like an old beggar, as if he could beg his

regrets away.

His maddening grief stricken wild eyes full of

heart break,

and anger gritted teeth.

His filthy hair, torn robes and an image of

a hollowed out man,

carrying his dead heart in his arms,

and as he howled his anguish,

outside,

the screams of the winds howled

with him.

For Shakespeare's Lear