You flip your fingers through your ever shining locks and gracefully saunter through the halls
The heads turn as the masses gleefully greet and smile at the beauty of how your pieces are placed together oh so precisely
You held power, plenty of it
And I was in the way
It was strange to see the reactions on the faces of familiars when I told them of the crushing things you could accomplish.
None wanted to believe that such a beauty could hold such a bite.
And I tried to convince myself of that too.
Plentiful years have passed and all have moved on
Yet I stay stuck in these empty halls
Wondering why your bite took so long to become infected
Wondering what remedy could treat this ancient ailment.
— The End —