Alone on her throne
She sits in silence
No one to take
Her demands
Queen she may be
But no soul left
For the high ruler
To rule over
The halls sound it all
Emptiness of death
Empty of life
Silence rings
Eternal as such a mortal
As death creaks
In its wake
The empress sits
A pyre without a fire
Life encased
Life is lost
She sits
As death
Author notes
the hammock is my throne on which i drew inspriation on (finally getting rid of the little bratty cousins of mine)
Please tell me what you think
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Good
HAd I know you where wanting to be royalty I would have applied for the quens teddybear
I like it alot because it makes people see that a powerfull title is nothing without people to look over.
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by the way zack, as i am going though my poems, you are notthe queens teddy bear you are the knight that rides the storm grey horses with lightning in its eyes. foreveer there at the door of the house that stands in the land between light and dark
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