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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.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery