The stench of ennui clings to her.
The parts of life that were hers have faded
from her sight. Now, she thinks
she has nothing: no mother, no home.
I burn her with my grasp, a hand
around her wrist to pull her back
into darkness when I find her straying
toward the light.
I will not abide
by this runaway girl.
When I rose out of the Earth for her,
I bestowed a crown, made her my only queen.
Yet she sulks; she longs to take her leave.
She could have all my power if she would
intertwine her fingers with mine, whisper
my name and let it echo
through these halls.
I have killed for her
and will slaughter a million more.