As I placed myself upon my throne.
King of my castle.
Bones and Gold
Bones and Gold.
I wore my crown
As spirts stood by.
My counselors.
My tormented
Arms,
Tatted with the blood of lost ones.
As they ruled over my psyche.
As they spoke.
Rule over thyself.
And I listened.
I heard them and cried.
Cried to your creation.
Let the river run red.
Destroy what remains of this kingdom.
And yet,
You waged war.
Not with swords,
Or Spears,
The deadly poison upon an arrows tip.
But with love,
Como moriste.
And I could do nothing.
Nothing but lower my own brow.
And rise again,
In my tears,
Your eyes like a brook.
So that you could rule over me.
YOU ARE READING
His love for Me: My love for her
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