My Throne

I sit here alone atop a throne made of ivory and lead

A beat erupts from beneath my feet, filling the room with dread

The curtains were drawn, my door was shut, a simple tut escapes my mouth

Here comes the crowd so big and loud, here to show me how to lead this realm

I take it back, they're on the attack, here to make me leave!

I hold so tight, my throne, in spite of what the world threatens to do to me

The books I have read, the songs I have said, the characters that haunt me 

They offer each a hand to disarm this intrusive band, reinstating me to power

For all that I have is because of all of them

My band of make believe, they defend me, even when I leave the castle.

Words for arrows, plots for swords, and friendly smiles for armor

So special to me are those who bleed 

For me, on my throne.