Head in palm. Palm in dark.
Eyes pried open. Open to dark.
Feet hang over. Over the dark.
A king sits in the throne. A throne set in dark.
Heart beating. Beating forever in dark.
Blood circulating. Circling the dark.
Life consumed. Consumed by dark.
The king sits in the throne. A throne forged from the dark.
Your king awaits.
In a court dimly lit.
Forever waiting to fill the pit.
The pit inside.
To replace what was cast away.
Upon his blue throne.
The king dies another day.
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Author:
Noah (
Offline) - Published: July 27th, 2017 00:08
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Comments2
I love anything fantasy oriented!
Great poem!
Great write
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