The Grey King - Monotheist

The pit is vast as it is empty

And the emptiness is its draw

Paved on the footsteps of great minds

The columns of the kingdom stand tall

The mortar composed of buried hope and dead faith

Petrified philosophers stand guard at the gates

Adrenaline coalesces with lucidity

The void is not a cage

The void is a throne

The crown is covered in the blood of my former self

And his demise makes me feel nothing

I am asked to cry out for freedom

I am silent

I am told to report terror

I am silent

I am tasked to speak of dread

I am silent

If the world begs for a testimony

The world will be left wanting

Sinister warnings fall hard under a relentless gravity

The horrors of this place have grown benign and I am thriving in the muck

Ashes coat rusted skeletons of monuments made to dead ideas

My lungs are coated in soot and I learn to breath fire

Not to exhale any sort of weapon, but inhaling inexorable truth

Kings wilt atop weathered podiums

Commanding a society of cockroaches that will not bow

Heavy crowns wear down weak necks

The sun no longer reflects on the gold

Majesty in all forms is dead

And will not ever be reborn

My sky is black forever

For my ceiling does not stop at the clouds

This universe is vast

Full of great useless monoliths

Suspended in dark matter

No stories to tell but the great withering of time

This universe is a graveyard

Coffins orbit coffins

Each corpse so convinced

The graveyard was made in tribute to them

This makes me feel nothing