Sunday 25 January 2009

Borrowed Crown - Larissa Ransom

Sitting on the bed
after light has gone out
Queen
of the darkness.
My courtiers surround

Me. Worship me
and idol me.
They hypnotise me into
sleep.

When day breaks, I am mortal once more.
The Sun is King
And I am but the lowly worshipper
Until night returns again.

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