The crown smelled of rust, like the gnawing stench of a deteriorating corpse.
The head ring had engraved initials of the rulers that wore it during their respective reign.
There, in fine old english calligraphy, are mine.
R E D
A request for a different set of letters instead of my repulsive name.
R E D
The color signified the immense
bloodshed that I charged with bloodshot eyes.
My slender fingers tapped on the same metal sword that went through my skull.
It is now enveloped between my crossed arms.
R E D
It was all I could remember before darkness had welcomed me. The box I had been buried in was far too tight for me to embrace the sword in a more comfortable manner, but the tiny bit of soil that had gone through the even tinier holes of the box made a difference.
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Boredom In The Kingdom (Poetry)
Poetry[HEAVY EDITING] Pondering royalty, sitting tight on their throne. August 25,2019 - December 12,2019 This book is intended for mature readers only, as it contains graphic scenes and inappropriate language. TW // sexual violence, homophobia, nudity...
