Throne of lies

She sits on a throne of lies

A seat shaped by future past lives, lifelong and haunting.

Never waiting, she is already past.

Always waiting, as long lives last.

She hopes for a future that has already come,

Amid the uprising of the almighty arcane.

The dreams that we have always longed for,

Have, alas, been accomplished once more.

And the things we forever yearn to complete

Are repeating again in an endless repeat.

Forever waiting with never enough time,

Yet sipping the vintage of times bitter wine.

But the things that are done,

We will suffer evermore.

Carry your burden, don’t lay it down,

Even as silence and lies try to drown.

Always push, always strive,

Let your broken glory keep hope alive.

Until the end,

Where lies are believed evermore

Evermore, evermore,

Until evermore is no more.

-Krissi