The Illusion 2.
Not a second part, simply a different take.
Flutter
Your desires
Through your every exhale, vapor, they depart
They surround you, envelop you
You look beyond your throne
Covered in the skins your carved
Your fallen foe
Your gaze, lingering on what you crave
Another breath
It is yours
Another breath
You blink
No breath, you panic
You look back, your servants gone
Your throne crumbles, the skins grow bodies
They howl their glee
You plummet.
© Samir Georges 2009
Copyright © Samir Georges | Year Posted 2010
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