throne away.
Words whipped together, slaves to the pages
Eye lash an ink splash—the wave that invades us
A master of the craft? Or a chapter from the past?
Sweat and tears reared an empire for the ages
I siege to seize them, breathe in and free them—
A continent of consonants, my legion of demons
The letters are unfettered, bathed in a cadence
Of unchained melodies, bars from their cages
A blade to its skin—showered a page with a pen
Cut across the surface, birth the stains from within
I read chivalry's dead, to knight is gone today
Rise to see the son who'll put me in my grave—
Prince and a pauper, all the paper stones to play
Kingdom comes crumpled up and throne away.
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