The sky cracks into fractures
The glass slicing the ink
As they float through the windows
The holes of a monolith
Forming the last halo above our heads
The home behind me as the world
When the divine witness our iniquity
Our hunt for purpose unmerited
The last words of authority
Are cries for clemency
Their eyes opened
Before their hearts
As shards of their crown
Transparent with their dreams
Puncture their new sight
With the organs
Keeping them in order
The breaths of force
Ceased to melt in red
Painting the carpet
Of the divine theatre
With their remains
And I watch
Without emotion
To weigh my actions
As the woman in front of me
Falls like the throne she held
Her vision crimson and sable
As she stares at her body
her blood melting into the dust
Impaled by her own reign
The gemstones within her wreath
Shattered to shine the mandala
She made this her reality
For she had not known her force
Would be brought upon herself
I cradle the last of the innocence
I find weeping in this forest
Holding the child in my arms
Covering her from the sight
Of Ash and her pilots
As the scent of their afterlives
Attract the animals lurking around us
Stepping out of shattered boundaries
To feast on their freedom
The remnants of society
Erased under the liberated