Game of Thrones


Though the sun has not lost all hope
Despite some of the things she’s seen
And still climbs up the eastern slope
With the grace of an aging queen,
She succumbs to the guillotine
Of nightfall when the moon reclaims
The throne, a stately figurine,
Freeing shadows caught between her flames.

2018 © Sonya Annita Song

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