The idea of the Kingdom of Neonius has been in my head for over 10 years. This poem is a revisiting of it. I am hoping to delve more into the kingdom in the years to come.
Tales from Neonius- The Unseen Dancer
The king realized that the timing was right
So he came down to dance with his people one night
The dance hall was buzzing, “The king’s on the floor!”
He danced every dance, then, he danced a few more.
He danced with his people, he danced with them all’
He waltzed and he sambaed with big and with small
He two-stepped ‘til clocks chimed eleven plus one
Yet unchanged by midnight, his feet were not done.
They danced through the night, his steps filled the place
He wowed them with rhythm…amazed theme with grace
How long the king danced is still hard to pin down
With varying stories heard all through the town.
“Three hours,” says a cobbler, a maker of fines shoes
“Three years,” says Wikipedia, the Wiki must be true?!
3 days? 3 nights? 3 hours? The time is hard to say
It seemed to last forever. It’s remembered to this day.
However long it lasted the dance did finally end
The king left for the castle his business to attend
He rode off from the hall with a big smile on his face
He bid farewell to all those who had gathered in the place.
“I must say I’ll remember long this time I’ve spent with you
The king amongst his people is a good thing it is true.
Yet , now I must return and take care, oversee this land.
I’ll think of you whenever I dance, I hope you understand.”
The king had plans of coming back and dancing there again
Yet troubles in the land made plans like those of mice and men
The people’s days passed by and weeks turned into months and more
The night of dancing with the king became a tale of yore.
Then one day around lunch time, from the hall there came a noise
“It’s music that we heard!” reported several school age boys.
Their story was confirmed by many through the afternoon
As townsfolk came and verified they heard the royal tune
One woman who had been there on the night the king had come
Was tear-filled as she listened in the auditorium.
“This very song, this melody, my ears recall each beat.
He danced with me to it so well, though I had two left feet.
Yes, still he led me round the floor; we danced all through the night
He did not one time mention when my steps did not fall right.”
Some men recalled the king as well
He’d danced with everyone
While mothers danced with daughters and fathers danced with sons.
As you may guess the people flocked to hear the new, old song
And though the dance hall was quite small the lines were never long.
Some people waltzed and sambaed and two-stepped with steps brand new
Some jitterbugged and hip-hopped and some break danced, it is true!
Some people didn’t dance; they merely hummed or made up words
While others passed the time describing all the notes they heard.
The king was in his castle
Yet, his dance was back in swing
The people moved without concern
Of what new days would bring.
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