Do you know what's funny?
When you both live in castles.
The King on his own and the Queen of her own.
You don't offer her the castle..
It isn't attractive.
You offer the castle's lay out instead,
To let her sneak out on the most dull days,
To let her walk in during the rainy days...
To let her enjoy the silence in between the hallways of shared dreams.
She's lived enough to walk through the dungeons..
Shadows and terrors have her as their mistress of passionate distress..
No night would be as shivering as when she shedded and grieved on her own in the silence of gory sleepless nights..
And no alleys should be as tight as when she held back her breath to try get some air when all she wanted was to die.
Her horrors are masterfully displayed as if inexistent..
She wields her smiles like archers defend the forts.
Never was she ever reassured that it's okay to be out of the ordinary,
That she's perfect in her peculiarities,
That she's beautiful in her savage,
And she's the last piece of a broken keep.
She wasn't asking for the castle's keep.
She was asking for the King's heart..
For her to take home to her castle,
Because right then and there by,
She would have left hers in his for him to keep.
They say love is a war and is unfair,
But she rules in give and take;
A war for a war, a heart for a heart,
Her worship for his adoration,
In veneration of broken hearts and sullen souls,
Each other will be the fortitude for misfortunes or the embrace of successes for both or of their own.
My King, I beckon.
🔥
HeraoftheUniverse
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