The links of chain clank
Against the stone floor
Your body cold
Against the stone throne.
Nothing is as it was sworn,
So tell me why
I should hold this door
To hope and life
Open longer…
My hands are shackled
And feet are the same
I feel as if blood
Pools on my brain
From the bludgeon that took
Me off of my feet…
A sword to my spine
Prods me along
Towards your body
Slumped on the throne.
Blood covering your face.
Ah the fall from grace,
Has it ever been
More heavenly on the eyes
Than this day?
Before making peace
With your demise
I am thrown to the stone
Wet with your life.
My head spins
As I hear the men laugh
Their small brains unable to comprehend
The chaos of what comes
In the aftermath
Of killing a queen
Without a plan.
The stone is so cold
Your face no longer glows
My brain pushes tears
Down my face,
Dripping to the blood
Stained floor.
Here comes the end,
Let me wish you, friends,
The best of luck
With what comes next…
About the Creator
Marcus Alan Perkins
I’m a father, published author, student, avid reader, husband, and advocate for equality for all. I am going to use this platform for my short stories and poems. Follow me on Facebook: @Author.MarcusPerkins, Twitter handle: @AMarcusperkins
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