The Lord and His Wicker Throne


So much

Like a wicker chair

used with fondness

for it's reliability and appropriateness in its setting

ratters and tears under the use of what it was create to do

But, another question

My leige?

Just one more answer I beg from thine lips!

What happens tothee

when my wicker legs and stand

fall into shamble

to stalks of dry rot beneath your weight

Unlike you've come so accumstomed to?

Should I fail

Just to see you fall upon the cold stone beneath your feet you so love to ignore

In ignorance of the simplest things


You see nothing


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