• an ode to my throne

    (Daniel Dryden 12/7/11)


    a masked glow as a candle covered by dark shade.
    a shadow as if haunted by a demon.
    when you are alone do you talk to the reaper
    or would you talk to the murderer.
    your where crafted by the undertaker
    and polished with the screams of agony.
    you provide my comfort and my chair of rule
    over a kingdom full of ghosts.
    so beautiful it would make the heavens cry
    yet so dark that they shun its existence.
    you have offered me a resting place
    to my throne of the afterlife.
    i thank you

    -love the king of death