Crowned
A rather dim lit view
A dim lit view of a place I once knew
A place which is capable of feeding my joy
A joy that some call an oddity
As my cheeks begin to secede
My teeh appear: a grin that expands each second in this place.
I soak in the darkness that surrounds me
It's the absence of color that soothes me
Darkness almost consumes me
Yet, when I call it by name it heeds
All its attention direct toward me
I am the overseer of this place.
I alone can control this
I alone am able to rollick in this
I alone defeated this
Darkness iy my beloved
Darkness is my demise
Yes I am consumed
Yes this is actuality
Yes this is mine
My fightful throne.
A throne of despair
A throne that is odd
A throne that suits me
I have been crowned.
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