Thoughts Before The Fall (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #09)

But he has gone, into the bleak

Into the trees, my master-lover

And sovereign annointed by

Blood and unholy trinity.

His valour, mine the spirit,

him the dagger, mine the scepter,

and in unbowed murder

we split love across a nation:

Angels sang of royals and

dual thrones wielding the right

and left, but crowns covered

in old men’s blood do not

split but shatter echolessly

and gone. Gone is the

Scottish king in mad quests:

King of spirited vengeance or

Fool in numerous minds?

And I am queen of naught

Queen of falling towers.

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