i have visions of you emerging, in your grace

out of the water

unclothed, in your purity, you wade out

i have visions of you sitting on a throne.

your seneschal resplendent in his white frock, lowering the crown onto your head.

You simper, but your eyes are as cruel as stone.

I have visions of you standing before the altar.

Throwing your crown down before his feet.

it shatters and time becomes irrelevant.

love and life, fear and history, all temporary.

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