be cruel and grave
her Crown be the electricity of a storm
the Empress
she is
powerful but glitters all not softness though
her days are numbered as subjects flee her tyranny
her purple Majesty’s throne turns grey then a blanket suffocates her rule
assassins congregate dimly shadowed at the edge of the light and her Court be mutinous
they are bloody and fleet as was Caesar felled
she drowns as their blades weep blood for her reign a mockery of her last days
dispatched like executioners adroit in their deadly trade
they look to a different dawn the assassins
Majestic
she grieves as her purple raiments waste away thread by thread …
and drown in all the colours … of her last will and testament
the colours of blood blue not red nor purple
vanishing ink blots out the lost words of attorneys
no Testament at all … heraldic of blind death
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