The sky
is falling
down
down
down.
And with a frown
you took my
Crown
Crown
Crown.
The stars you stole
in my name
are nothing but the
cruel
cruel
promises you'd never keep.
The sky is falling down
upon us.
Meteors and comets plummet to the front of the castle doors.
The guards and their shimmery gold armor
are thrown from the impact.
Crimson stains our royal blue rug
Limbs decorate the gravel floors
Swords pointed upwards like stalagmites.
Our thrones,
Untouched.
The world is at our fingertips,
The universe, at our beck and call.
Your head, at your feet
but there is no blood.
There hasn't been blood there,
For a very
long
long
long
Time.
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A Toast, to Us
PoetryThis, is a toast to us. For all of us who have been beaten into the ground, and refused to stay down. We are powerful. ---------------------------- Poems for those who have suffered for far too long.
