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139 · Aug 2019
Cassiopeia
Cassandra Lear Aug 2019
Suspended up here in the night,
Watching eternity pass by time and time again.

It is true,
That beauty such as this belongs on a throne,
Made of gold and jewels,
For all to see,
And marvel in its glory,
Instead, I am stranded on this thing,
That is no throne at all,
But a chair of torture and chains.

I hold the brilliance of a thousand stars,
Now I must be among them forever,
Only to be seen in the dark.

— The End —