Empty Crown
-Empty Crown-
For the dragon’s greed knew no bounds. The threshold to its own gluttony, limitless.
Exceeding the skies…surprising itself to the measures it can stoop to, to be sure of success.
The cursing, a blessing in disguise. If the creature believes…It has it all.
The crown bathed in blasphemy; the empty mountain could remain theirs until the end of time.
The tragedy of loneliness met with sheer wealth, for the pride of gold…Could never be taken away.
Copyright © Mr Pickles | Year Posted 2022
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