This Throne

I came in ages ago your majesty
My curtsey at best is poor,
But I know how to bow
How to bend a knee deep down
And wait
And wait for you to stretch your magic sceptor.
How to humble and nibble at what is served at my feet,
An art I have masterd over the years in the tears
That have caused tears in this heart of mine
This tears that cause my heart to rapture,
To heat and hurt me as it does,
But do you care,
I mean,
You are king

When I walked in your majesty,
I did not expect to get your attention,
I knew you have more important matters to attend to
I mean
You're royalty
And the crown has responsibilities.
I did not get your attention,
I hypotanized you with my gaze and caused that sceptor to stay still,

Now I am here, still bowed,
A prisoner of my own charm
To my life I caused harm,
Will the end bring glam,
Now I know one way to make you go back to your throne
Get up
Get out,
So you can know,
That as I bowed and waited,
I wanted you to reach out

Mr Royalty,
To your royal essence I desire to sojourn
In your pearly presence I Dream to dine
A story of passion
Of a heart that was ripped but that which was meant to mend it
And with every passing day
It craved to be human
How,
Not so Clear,


Walking up to this golden gates, was a test of faith
The greatest,
Maybe more am yet to attest.
This my request
Child of noble birth
Grant my wish
Long live
The throne





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