#majortrump
I was born in the house of light
Devoid of colours,
The walls screamed white.
At the centre, was a chandelier
And followed it, a small enclosure
Where my parents used to fight.
A dog was assigned to me very early
But as I grew, it started to wither.
It seemed like, I was fate's attorney
And yet I was treated just like a Figure.
I was to gatekeep a shrine of God
And yet I always questioned him.
Because the world I was representing
Sometimes, made me think less of him.
Whenever I came back from the shrine
My house was the same as old
I could never have a husband nor a kid
That's what the pact and the Hiero told.
Therefore I usually cried alone
Always wanting a Home,
Always wanting a Home.
Once i had to choose
Between honour and truth
I never cared for the former
But I had to answer,
that the kingdom would suit.
And hence I chose wrong
These intricacies of politics
Was never my strong
A wrong step brought me here, where fate stares without blinking
Its cold breath on my spine, reminding me this end is mine.
I rose to speak my sin, but my heart stopped at the threshold
Leaving me fallen, breathless, surrendered to someone else’s mercy.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC