Author's Notes: Inspired by fog.
I saw you.
In your castle of gold and of silver.
I watched you fly out,
Like a winged savior.
And I laughed.
Like I had never laughed before.
For I knew, like I know my own name,
That you would fall.
And rivers would overflow
With the amount of tears.
And all the animals would
Mourn your short-lived life.
And businesses would shut down.
And people would faint.
And the world would stop spinning on it’s
Tiny needle axis.
I knew you.
Before the pomp. Before the circumstance.
Before you were a hero. Before you were everything
On everyone’s lips, minds, hearts.
Just a boy, just a child.
Just rags and bone. Just unruly hair
And soul-searching eyes.
Just a boy….just like me.
And how I wanted to touch those
Bruised cheeks, to caress that alabaster chest,
To sear our bodies together.
And in that castle, that unforgiving palace….
I’d would lay in your royal bed.
I would be your Gaveston.
And we could stand atop the tower,
Prince of night and King of day,
Pissing upon the adoring peons.
I loathe you.
And no, the words are not too strong.
They can never be strong enough.
Wishing you an untimely death.
At my hands, by my hands.
Feeling the burn from my wand
Enter your veins and scorch your insides.
For I tire of you. Weary of your easy
Perfection and careless grace.
So completely annoyed, so completely
And I want to be there, to watch you die.
I want to be the last one to hear your
Same stupid words.
I want to watch the light
I want to feel that last shock
Of air from your mouth.
Then…and only then…..
Will that castle I have
Put you in
Come tumbling down.
And I can pledge
My wasted love to
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