The Grove and the Throne of the Undertaker.

I took a walk into the undertaker's grove.

I saw the trees he cast his shadow upon,

a dark shadow they were forced to don.

Ahead sat his unearthly throne.

It was a chair with arms of blackened wood,

a back of stone,

and a seat of bone to complete the throne.

They said it was an affront to any god that stood.

I sat in the throne,

and ruled as a false queen.

And I knew then, my final escape would be clean.

I lept off the bridge's parapet, my sins atoned.

I was no queen, but I reigned upon the undertaker's throne.