|| HIRAETH (UNDER MAJOR EDITING) || #Wattys2020

Here I sat quietly on my throne. Nothing beyond my domain was disturbed hence why I sat motionless. My empire was silent.
Here I sat alone with no objective for the day in mind. I sat staring off into blind space.

I 'tugged' my forefinger to the side. Now it was broken. Bent in an angle it was not meant be in.
I 'tugged' my middle finger the opposite way. The sharp and deafening crunch of the bone repeating in the vast eerie room. Its soft sound taking its precious time exploring the entire space before the following repetition came.

I resume 'tugging' the rest of immaculate bones wrapped in flesh.

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Do hear me, my lady
You hold me so tender
Those mortals you tend to
May live and then wither
Bask in your reign
Others loyal in heart
Though mouths that question your name
In vain will they end in your dark

The eyes above are watching your every action.