He stood in the once glorious courtroom,
Looking at what remained,
Remained of the glorious being,
Torn shreds of the golden drapes,
Statues shattered to pieces,
Pieces of unrequited honour.
He stood in the once glorious courtroom,
Looking at the empty throne,
Gone were the halcyon days of luxury,
Gone were the days,
Days of functional hierarchy.
He stood in the once glorious courtroom,
Looking at the empty throne,
The golden throne of disdain,
The once precious jewels pillaged,
Pillaged from it's very being,
The once golden throne,
Haunting.
He stood in the once glorious courtroom,
With a shattered goblet in hand,
As the exquisite wine dripped.
Drip.
Drip.
For the courtroom was his own consciousness,
Consciousness long tarnished,
As madness struck his empire,
As a plague,
Ravaging his very being.
Yet he stood,
Stood in the once glorious courtroom.
~ Sapphirus
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Thoughts of a Loner.
PoetryPoetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.
