Fallen Empire Poem by Nenia Haven

i sit on my throne
all alone
in my abandoned kingdom
i call my home

i knelt at an altar
for a holographic god
a vision without substance
perfection that is flawed

and on this bed of stone
i rest my broken bones
on this bed of nails
i resurrect the things i failed
and on this bed of glass
i break into something new

i can flee this wretched kingdom too
i can escape you

[so much power we obtain to remain completely powerless]