A/N: Inspired by some song I just heard on the radio. I think it was Metallica or something. I'm not sure.
Anyways, this is my first poem in ages, and the first I've ever written about an existing character. I'm a bit unsure of it, so please review!
Yeah.
"King Nothing sits at his broken throne,
Chains and binds and silver
All curling deep into his skin"
He laughs
And mocks my broken state
My hunger, my humiliation
All bring a smile to his face
"King Nothing no longer walks the night,
Free as a vulture in the sky
With no binds to chain him low or high"
The scalpel presses
Into my abdomen
I shiver, my skin curls
And still he is unsatisfied
"King Nothing, who has no one
No woman at his bedside, no servants at his bidding
And no God to beg for help"
I sputter
As he tears the skin from my chest
With burning silver, shredding me bare
Nude as a child before him
"King Nothing, who is bound
By my righteous hands
Will know of no pain greater than loss"
I hear the clink
Of tools on stained ceramic
Footsteps echo his path
As his voice taunts its finale:
"King Nothing, who is a caged scavenger
Is doomed to serve the ones he hunted
Like a newly caged mongrel"
He is gone
I hear his laughter fade to nothing
And I laugh myself, too, for he just doesn't
Understand
He will return
With new methods, and he will taunt
My binding, the loss of my freedom, the loss of my everything
As he reminds me of my cages
Ah, but if I am caged
Then let me be the chooser of my fetters
And if I am not free,
Then I will submit as such:
wingless, flightless, and broken
Until the sun rises
And the birds that are chained
To the sky begin to sing:
Lawless, godless, and careless;
As I rot in these chambers
I will lay softly and molt my feathers
And wait for tomorrow
Like a trapped raven
With nowhere else
To go