Cipher

At The Edge Of Nothingness

Brooches decorate though not flatter,

Even less than the krone.

Tossed away broken no chooser to single me out,

Used as beech my heart taken by a rook.

Heartbreak comes as no shocker,

By those settled up on the knobs.

The core of my existence shattered,

No hero but in a story book that neither cheers nor saves.

Head bows as the censer is prepared,

No screen for protection as my soul suffers.


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