Queen of Swords

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her throne is fashioned from

broken skulls that contain frozen

dreams in the twisted jawbones

and crevices, which the daughter of

Khione creates in her icy machinations

born of Hypnos's pale hands,

she built this empire from the cold,

wispy breathe that glaciers exhale

and chained that power to her psyche,

melded it with her fury birthed from her

matron's red lips that were stained with

the blood of her innocence and grace

from days that are locked behind reflective

bars in the prison within her mind

her crown that sits upon her death

kissed head, one pale gem for every

deathly hymn that each kingdom sang

before being crushed by her fiery gaze

which was forged in the furnace of the

tundra in her childhood naivety that slowly morphed into the brutal empress who lies on the very edge of creation itself, where watery foam suffocates sentient life and Thanatos roams where she bids him to, singing the somber chant 'momento mori'

the chilly architecture of the

palace radiates utter control with

its glassy eyes and whispers of its

ancestors souls caged in these

walls demand complete submission

to its sovereign, and with every foolish

mistake her eyes trace barbed threats

in swirly calligraphy lined with coals

from Tartarus in which Kronos

himself resides

she has shards of broken dreams

in her heart and shattered hopes

in her veins that reflect her gradually

rotting heart, but in her death she will

be more whole in this lonely cage than

she ever was, broken under the dying

sun

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