I sit where shadows stitch the sky,
A crown of ash, no eye to spy.
The moon bleeds silver into my chest,
Yet none can see my silent unrest.
I whisper riddles to the wind,
Each word a knife, each pause a sin.
A raven hides behind my tongue,
Its beak unread, its tale unsung.
I ask: what drinks, yet thirsts anew?
What walks the night, yet fears the view?
What cage contains no bars or key,
Yet traps the soul eternally?
The mirrors crack when I draw near,
And every glance reflects a fear.
I am the question, and the doubt,
The forgotten scream you never shout.
But seek me not, or you may find
The shadow eats what you call mind.
For I am king where none may soar,
And reign forever… nevermore.
COMMENTS
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Cadrewolf2
00:16 Aug 18 2025
Great
CarpeNoctem8
02:01 Aug 18 2025
💗💗
juggernaut69
00:29 Aug 19 2025
you're a beautiful poet, I love this❤️