Swift

I see you once more, after months of not seeing you at all. You rise from your slumber; you’re a powerful queen, and you rose so swiftly to your throne, but what will you do when the world falls around you? What will you say to all your subjects, the ones who have adored and the ones who have obeyed? I will stand in the crowd that begs on their knees; they will meet you and I will meet you, and the power you hold will fall. They missed your elegance, and they yearn for your punishment, if only you’d free them, but instead you call on your sleeping songbirds, the dancers of comfort, the bringers of escape. I thought you could free me, I thought you could release me. But now I am standing among everyone whom you have granted distance. I thought we could veer off to the edges of this world we built, but then everything fell. Why did everything fall? What ruined us, what destroyed us all? Now you try to avoid the blame for your crimes, but a queen without a heart is just power without a throne. I would swear my allegiance, but you took my chance and you took my soul. I thought we were the halves of feathers, the birds beating the abyss and reaching the heavens. I am left with all I have broken, and now I am just trying to repair what can never be fixed. I thought I could trace the fall of empires, but this, I don’t know what this is. This is nothing, you have broken nothing, and now the queendom has fallen and there is no word for what I have done.