Embers of the Shattered Throne

Introduction: Power is fleeting, and empires fall. This poem speaks of a throne once held high, now reduced to ruins, where only embers remain of the glory that once was and the revenge weaved by the Queen herself.

In halls where sorrow reigns and shadows lie,
A sovereign weeps beneath a fractured crown;
Her heart, once full, now echoes a mournful cry,
Betrayed by fate, her spirit slowly downed.

A love, once bright as dawn’s first gentle gleam,
Now silenced in the depths of treachery;
A whispered promise lost like a shattered dream,
Haunting the night with grief’s stark melody.

Betrayal’s dagger plunged in trust’s fragile core,
Leaving wounds unseen yet deeply sore;
A secret pain that burns evermore,
Igniting a fury that none can ignore.

From depths of despair, a phantom force awoke,
A mystic ally borne on winds of lore;
Without a name, it whispered through the smoke,
Urging the queen to rise and settle the score.

Grief transformed to fire in her resolute gaze,
Determination forged in the crucible of pain;
Each step a testament to bygone days,
Her silent oath: to break every unjust chain.

Together, with that spectral, unseen guide,
She embraced the dark, harnessing its might;
A force of nature none could deride,
As justice surged forth in relentless fight.

Through winding paths where destiny entwines,
Her steps echoed with purpose, fierce and clear;
The night itself bowed to her designs,
As retribution drew ever near.

Beneath the vault of stars, the battle raged,
An epic duel of spirit against deceit;
In every clash, old wrongs were thus assuaged,
Her valor turning sorrow into heat.

At last, the tides of vengeance did prevail,
The unjust trembled beneath her righteous wrath;
Their legacy, a cautionary tale,
Erased by her determined, vengeful path.

Now, in the silence after storm and fire,
A crown restored glimmers in the night;
A legacy of justice, born from dire
Loss, now etched in eternal, guiding light.

💭 Reflection: Power, no matter how great, is never eternal. This poem reminds us that even the grandest empires can crumble to dust but when the soul is pure, even death can not destroy it. Nature seeks justice for the wrongdoings. 💬 What do you think is the greatest downfall of power? Share your thoughts in the comments. 📌 Follow for more