Fireborn Covenant: A Change Gon’ Come, Unbound
A Poem by Joe Garvey — PoetKing, the Fashion Prince
Partie Une: L’Appel
A change gon’ come, the PoetKing calls,
Through rusted chains, his fire enthralls.
What’s going on? The Fashion Prince knows,
Where rebel silk and covenant flows.
The stone still rolls in PoetKing time,
Each echo draped in couture and rhyme.
Operatic swagger, timeless crime,
Fashion Prince turns ash to prime.
Partie Deux: La Vision
Imagine now the PoetKing world,
Where gilded cages are torn, unfurled.
No tyrant’s throne, no steel, no stone,
Just Fashion Prince fire carving throne.
Through concrete veins, the city weeps,
Yet in its dark, the covenant keeps.
The banquet of shadows fattens on breath,
While truth starves pale in halls of death.
Partie Trois: Le Serpent
The crowned serpents weave their thrones in smoke,
The PoetKing laughs…the spell is broke.
Their towers gleam, but rot’s the core,
While Fashion Prince kicks down the door.
Armani’s silk, rebellion’s creed,
Drapes truth in beauty, plants freedom’s seed.
No dusk can still the heart’s bright sky,
No empire outlives the fireborn cry.
Partie Quatre: Le Miroir
But listen closely…the stone deceives,
It rolls with burdens none perceives.
Each revolution hides a scar,
Each song a wound, each flame a star.
The PoetKing writes with blood and dust,
The Fashion Prince in threads of trust.
Between their names, a mirror stands.
One voice in silk, one voice in hands.
Partie Cinq: La Scène
The stage is lit, the crowd’s alive,
PoetKing rhymes make embers thrive.
The Fashion Prince struts, a torch in hand,
Turning runway flame to promised land.
Each verse a labyrinth, each vow a flame,
Carving tomorrow in covenant’s name.
The lights, the music, the rebel’s song,
This fireborn covenant burns lifelong.
Partie Six: Le Voyage
From Venice sands to gritty Irish streets,
From Paris shows to LA beats,
The PoetKing walks where echoes rise,
The Fashion Prince burns through velvet skies.
Concrete, silk, and fire unite,
A chorus born of endless night.
The stone keeps rolling, song won’t cease,
It carves the arc of fierce release.
Partie Sept: Le Prix
Yet ask the stone… Does freedom cost?
Each gain is weighed in ashes lost.
Each dawn demands a night of pain,
Each covenant signed in crimson rain.
The PoetKing knows, the Fashion Prince sees…
The crown of fire burns through degrees.
A world remade, but forged in strife,
A rebel’s cloth, a poet’s life.
Partie Huit: L’Ascension
So rise with me, and hear the sound,
The change unbound, the world unbound.
PoetKing fire, Fashion Prince flame,
Two names, one covenant, one claim.
For all, for you, for me…We rise,
With fireborn truth in fearless eyes.
- Joe Garvey
PoetKing | Fashion Prince | Fireborn Wordsmith
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