SCI-FI/FANTASY Poem: Throne of nettles, by Vicky Wilkinson

Calm black
cloaked over a greying throne
Withered nettles
bring about the muffled moans
Searing light shines through to the quiet cave
A home of fading memory
and all the pages burnt of bane

Shriveled wants, withered hopes, and decomposing dreams
With all the blood of unchosen sorrows
woven into ancient seams
Outside, the elder woods,
the moon and stars your only light
Bringing about melancholic comfort
as spoken tongues send ravens into flight

Upon the pricklied throne,
Sits a twined man all alone
Laid back
His gaze on the stars that no one knows
This is our place, lay forever
Where the nettled king hides his face

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