Crowned

Tue, 01/27/2015 - 13:21 -- Axeliae

Location

A rather dim lit view

A dim lit view of a place I once knew

 

A place which is capable of feeding my joy

A joy that some call an oddity

 

As my cheeks begin to  secede

My teeh appear: a grin that expands each second in this place.

 

I soak in the darkness that surrounds me

It's the absence of color that soothes me

Darkness almost consumes me

 

Yet, when I call it by name it heeds

All its attention direct toward me

 

I am the overseer of this place.

 

I alone can control this

I alone am able to rollick in this

I alone defeated this

 

Darkness iy my beloved

Darkness is my demise

 

Yes I am consumed

Yes this is actuality

Yes this is mine

 

My fightful throne.

 

A throne of despair

A throne that is odd

A throne that suits me

 

I have been crowned.

 

 

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