It sat on it’s throne reveling in everything it had acquired. Which was anything it’s heart could desire. A fleeting smile touched it’s lips, but faded just as quick. As the smile made it reminisce; about the days when it could get sick, when it’s bones were as brittle as sticks. Yet there was a bittersweetness to this, fond memories somewhere in the midst. Like it’s first kiss and even true bliss. Among these memories is when it began to see, everything that it used to be. It rose from its throne and paced up and down, as it’s mind was not sound. It evaded it’s biggest fear, but things still seemed unclear. And as dawn drew near, it shed a tear. It thought about those that it held dear. It though of all that are no more. And how it could never be at death’s door.