age of remorse

hail to the king

she says as she steps back

cuts her foot on the glass

tonight we drink

we drink like royalty

and so I say hail to the king

images flashing

before her eyes

swirling down

in crystal and wine

she says

it won't get any better than this

and so she sits

back

the throne is her's and it's woven

of blood and flesh and bone

she breathes in the sick scent

of iron

and death welcomes her

she's known

for all her life

and she says

tonight we dine and tonight we fight

tonight we drink and tonight we die

as she laughs heartily

hair falling in cascades

about her shoulders

eyes cold as ice

burn like fire

she keeps a blade in her chest

just below the second rib

plunge deep, fluids drip

too hard to remove

nothing to gain

hilt glitters silver

not enough pain

and so she sits back

laughs again

won't you just look at me

and so she says

hail

hail to the king