display | more...

i have visions of you emerging, in your grace

out of the water

unclothed, in your purity, you wade out

i have visions of you sitting on a throne.

your seneschal resplendent in his white frock, lowering the crown onto your head.

You simper, but your eyes are as cruel as stone.

I have visions of you standing before the altar.

Throwing your crown down before his feet.

it shatters and time becomes irrelevant.

love and life, fear and history, all temporary.

Log in or register to write something here or to contact authors.