My feet are broken and scarred
A thin sheen coats my skin
I walk in
Parchment and incense fill my lungs
I don’t want to be breathing
Not this air
For my city of light is dead, and I am a lone ghost
What is life if you live it alone?
In too slow, out even more so
Too dry, not harsh enough
It lingers; my breath
Like my life
I fear it will never end
The pain of if brings me to my knees
I want this I think greedily, hungrily
And almost weep as it subsides
Up I look, into what I now see as a morgue
Into what used to be a home
One of life, of promises,
Of gold that revealed its gilded lies
Now it is grey, barren as the mocked dead queen
I will never be legend
I will forever await a reunion that will never come