The burning throne stands, solitary,
Alone. In the shroud of the stone
Angel’s dark wings.
The blood reflects,
The hellish image of a kingdom.
The red-washed grim mirror is perfect.
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
The burning throne stands, solitary,
Alone. In the shroud of the stone
Angel’s dark wings.
The blood reflects,
The hellish image of a kingdom.
The red-washed grim mirror is perfect.
This was written a while back when i was trying to come up with novel ideas. I created this poem as a source of inspiration, but now it is all that remains of the idea. I hope it will inspire someone.
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