THIS MORTAL GAME OF THRONES

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THIS MORTAL GAME OF THRONES


i know your bleeding

gonna die from those wounds

so here’s a hand crafted card

saying “get well soon”


don’t worry about infection

or the blood down your spine

the graves gonna find you

at just the right time


here, take my hand

let’s walk as if whole

just for a moment

while you still have a soul


don’t mind the pain

don’t process these thoughts

gotta measure your size

for that cold metal box


what was it for

all your worry and shame

all the regret

in your net

full of sorrow and blame


tomorrow will not find you

when he visits again

today came to say

farewell now my friend


your moment is coming

you’re leaving us soon

such surprise 

in your eyes

tears reflecting the moon


we hold to the earth

these buckets of bones

ashes of tomorrow

burn bright on our thrones


such thrones that we crafted

with these bloody hands

reveal our ambitions

our dreams and demands


some burn with hope

some burn with fear

others burn out

just waiting to hear…


i love you



...

matt francis

Dedicated to Lori Mauldin

11/15/2022

"Fly furies fly! Clytemnestra rouses you from your sleep!"

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