June 1st, 2018
Quiet, beautiful
Back to the road where the tower waits
Back to the gray mountains
Back to the dead plains
Back to the mist where he kept you
Back to the throne where you slept
Back to the frost windows, the curtains drawn, the poison drank, the skin cold, the gums white,
the blood dried, the door cracked--
Go
She escaped for a time, she did
Go
but she couldn't
Go back
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