In my four-walled imperial prison,
With so many expectant eyes,
What is in all fates written,
If not for one to die.

How easy they are to swindle,
In their cherished coat of lies,
What is in all minds written,
If not the need to try.

© Aubrin
Sorry for disappearing for over a month (maybe more, it's been so long I honestly don't remember). I have been writing stuff these past months including poems and more of my WIP...