Sitting on a gilded throne
Crystal overlaid with bone
Horrors are always shown
Things best to be left unknown.
Terrors creep
Nightmares shriek
Madness council do they keep.
Bloody images course in one’s mind
Tormented thoughts cage and bind
All the fools they can find.
Lies are told
Souls are sold
Always those who once were bold.
Shrunken now to endless days
Thoughts are scrambled insane daze
Left alone in murderous rage.
Careful who you seek
Else what you find your soul might keep
In the darkness to howl and shriek.
Bleating like a simple sheep
Left alone to ever weep.
As they sit on their gilded throne
Crystal overlaid with bone.
Gilded Throne
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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