Your Throne

You blasphemy of stardust

A cataclysm of meteor ash

Rings of fire spin your axis

Powdered, merely for shine


You were born to raise hell

Infruriating oceans

With the swirl of your finger

Crushing planets with the zephyr of your walk


An absolute contradiction

So bloody gorgeous

I’d be lying

If I said you haven’t slain my heart


The blood of my pain

Is now your victory

As you trample on kingdoms

The world’s your puppet


A lowly one, of course

For it will never be enough

To feed your altar of flames


And so, forth you go

The galaxies are next

Yours to rule?

You’ve met your match, darling


Your perfection finally falters

The stars blind your eyes

This is your greater

The one you’ve always denied


The clocks disappear

The sand turns to air

You’re no longer

You only were

Oh, what a pity


It was true, your horrific fate

Already cast in stone

You’d rise, rise, and rise

Only to fall before your throne.


Writing this piece was pretty difficult. I intended to be a complete love rhetoric, but my heart was begging for me to write the story of a beautiful catastrophe. Sorta inspired by how much of a sucker I am for tough love.



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