Red King

To the Red King,

I hope you found your castle
with enough chimneys for your smoke

I hope you found some people
to bother with your jokes

I hope you heard the stories
that I told you in the dark

I hope you heard our laughter and my witty remarks

I hope you heard your grand-kin
draw their first breaths

I hope you kept on watching
after your death

I will never know your answers to the questions I ask

so I raise my glass to you, Red King
until we meet again, at last.