UNCROWNED / UNABATED ♔

THE BLOOD  —  SHE CAN SMELL IT,  fresh like poppy seeds laid across white cloth, staining it red, seeping deep into the river.  there are stains even she cannot clean no matter how desperately she may try.  blood is thicker than water, and it runs slowly yet painfully,  dripping down the contours of an already broken world filled with broken people.  they dream are stained with fiery hues,  their suffering burned into the flesh of the land,  wishing to quench their unending thirst on a fountain that has long run dry.  

                   WHERE WERE YOU ?

he asks and she hears him.   his words are bitter bile,  heavy with grief and despair at the meager thought that the sun itself had long abandoned them.  mist tickles the corners of her vision, and in her eyes were a thousand worlds still lingering amongst stardust  ;  worlds that were,  worlds that could be.  

but what use are they to him now he must think,  what good are far distant dreams caught amongst her spindle ?  they are nothing to him but empty promises,  yet he cannot deny the promise of her tears for his rotted soul,  nor the souls of all his kinsmen. she will weep for them till time itself curls in on itself,  decaying low and sparing none. 

                   WHERE WERE YOU ?