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Rated: E · Poetry · Romance/Love · #2143681
Stones and bones lie under thrones.
Let me go where the city sleeps
We made promises we can’t keep
Let the snow take away your fear of cold
As it rests on your granite tombstone

But the orange skyline takes me back
To when we were spending our youth

It was springtime deep in the forest
You were the Lord of New Corinth
I was the Cedar Grove Queen
Not yet sixteen

We made our kingdom
By the blue-green
Of a pond we called the sea
We made our kingdom
Out of the feather-like fabric of dreams

You told me we’d journey to the east,
Find our lives somewhere,
Hidden away deep in the mountains
Come by my glass at midnight,
We’ll go wherever the gray curse
Cannot follow our firelight

Don’t protest,
Don’t look away,
If you wanted your throne of wood,
You would go with me if you could

Towards the sunsets
Stained with golden innocence,
The color of autumn leaves,
I ask you
Please

If you won’t be with me,
Tell me and I’ll leave you be
Till the mountains recede
Into the sea


But I can never go,
My house is here and so is my land,
As are my debts,
Many I cannot bury in sand

If that is all that chains you here,
Then I shall stay for you,
My Lady Deer
This I swear
Even after the sun
Bleaches the brown
From your long, long hair

Do not, my Direwolf dear,
But if you insist,
Then I suppose I will
Speak the words you want to hear

But the town kills
With silent feet
Riding on the promises
Of the weak

For when the final fall leaves
Finished their lonely descents to the dirt,
So rose the talons of the gray curse
And Fate figured your worth,
Sending you six feet into the earth

Here I stand over your bones
In the heart of the mountains
That was to be our home
Staring at the splinters of our broken thrones

The words I never spoke in life,
Death forces me to utter at your grave
A shard of my soul shall always be your wife
I’ll stay with you here
This I swear
Long after the sun bleaches the brown
From my long, long hair.
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