i tread upon the cold palace floor
blood drips from my back
annoying how it slips down my feet
the servants, they stare
and they bow in haste
bring out white towels
and try to wipe me dry
they fail
i walk
and i see him
donning a king's clothes
conversing with my right- hand men
i call out to the guards
" arrest him. "
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Treason
Poetrya collection of poems about betrayal, deathly plots and ancient reign. constructive criticism is always welcomed:) P.S. Book cover creds to... me! :D Yup, I made my own cover cos i didnt want to waste the beautiful covers made by more talented peopl...
