Upon An Isolated Throne

With an elegant twist the dead petals fell form his heart

Like the blackened words he'd heard crashing down like thunder,

Echoing throughout the broken plains

That so decadently composed the thoughts of his domain.



Beneath this shattered sky

He knew they'd watched such events unfold-

From within the walls of two opposing realms.

There, as he gazed upon Time's tauntingly cadenced pendulum

The world that never was took form before his very eyes.



And Like an axe severing skin,

It's steady sway snatch this dream

And with a cold dead hand

It carried it away.




With the anguish of a thousand forgotten men

He pleaded his tyrant to stray,

And as the night sat still within a cold blue moon.

The walls around him began to chant

In a voice that pierced like Odin's Blade

"How long must we wait for the rose to dawn again?"

Yet above this he pondered most

When Time would yield their land,

A world forever meant to be.