Forever Engraved
Collapsing onto the floor, the cloak that was once pinned onto my shoulders now dresses the marble below my heels.
When the iron fences open and the riots emerge from the depths of the outer world, my mind crashes into the side of my skull; passing each second quicker than the last.
The masters unleash their wolves, each one running faster than the last.
Between the bends and turns that only exist in my mental maps, every secret door barricades a past tragedy and stage of tyranny; opening every door towards an unknown future.
My once emerald and gold crown lays shattered in the ambushed throne room with every merchant appraising its value into the thousand livelihoods it equalled.
As I run further away from the past reigns and political mistakes, I search for the silhouette of my dearest.
In the shadows behind the hidden pathways, he stands tall and inviting. A dagger forged in cyanide clings to the side of his armor-adorning figure.
As I make a desperate dash toward a tragic salvation, a final memory forsakes my eyes.
Unknown, unloved, and unrequited into the fabrics of time that embroider a grand future.
Far from a self-destructive tyrannical history.
Cyanide burns through my body, as the ashes I predetermined to lay waste reflect from my eyes and into the shadowy figure standing before me.
He swiftly dashes for the windows that now recount a play of a civilization that scorches itself into the ground. A devastating betrayal stamped with a pathetic finale where the innocent and wicked crash through the barricades of a spiritual sanctuary.
As the stunned eyes of my dearest scan the once-bustling streets replaced with a prairie aflame, his innate subliminal smirk exchanges onto my face;
turning cold into a porcelain vase prophesied to shatter.
Behind every falsely faceted smile and world of admiration lays a preemptive understanding of the betrayal that was set to destroy the guarding gates.
Behind every false proclamation of respect and narrative of a wholesome future lays a vanquished figure with a destiny that crumbled in my hands before it became his.
Behind every tragedy begins a new remembrance of the past.
Behind every tragedy, he will only see me.
Burning behind the ashes, he will only see me set to rest in the shadows; forever haunting the history books and all possibilities to his tranquillity.
Forever engraved into the ruins of a distant future,
engraved into his memories and all the flames that now burn this kingdom down.
