Royalty Reckoning
By: Aviantei
A lonely throne
Tall enough to reach the heavens
But instead resting underground
No sky, no light
Save for that you make yourself
A pathetic substitute
You don't remember
What this city sounded like
In your early days
Only that the rhythm
Reaching you now seems stagnant
That that city resting above you should—
But these decisions aren't enjoyable
When performed with such heavy-handedness
No
If reckoning shall come
It won't be an absolute mandate
From the heavens
It will instead play out
With the help of a Proxy
And in the all too familiar shape
of a Game
[Author's Notes]
And, now, the start of the final series leading up to the finale of this poetry collection.
Thanks to EeveeGen9988, who mentioned that she considered the whole Composer-Conductor-Producer positions as part of the core of TWEWY, thus inspiring some of the pieces and the structure of the ending.
-Avi
[08.12.2020]