Her Empty Throne

You, the beautiful, dutiful lady of envied power

The devils desolate in your slim shadow cower.

Not knowing wisdom, measurement of your linen power

Now you smile and evil games wile from your lofty tower

So high, so tall, daughter's crown ne'er befall

But walking upwards in systematic cadence

The prince, the man you worship, lost his jewels to dance

Laughing meek and soft you like the starving spider crawl

Seeking a place for your marble nails to seize it all

But now, another soft, powerful lady opens the sky

Stands quietly on island's mass--oh, the warriors, how they cry

To a footless god with stench for face

An outcast he was die cast to ne'er see her lace

In Hades realms of flame and flesh

Her world and his now melt and mesh.

World so round, world so dark to bluebird's wing

Carries backwards a memory, her words to sing

I delivered a box with black linen sash

I saw you from curtain thick, gag and burn the sash.

Now bowing on silent, silent knees

Speaking an unknown language of begging and pleas

To let you stay ten moons from three suns ago

To rule the empty kingdom of stance and snow.