Throne of Bones



I sit on my throne of bones,

In a realm where darkness roams.

Whispers echo through the air,

As shadows dance without a care.



A crown of stars adorns my head,

As dreams and secrets intertwine and spread.

With every thought, my kingdom grows,

Where imagination endlessly flows.



In this realm, where magic thrives,

I conjure tales, where heroes strive.

The moon illuminates my path,

A beacon for those who seek and ask.



With quill in hand and words as art,

I paint a world, a work of heart.

From ancient legends to futures unknown,

I bring stories alive from my throne.



Creatures of wonder, both fierce and kind,

Come alive within the realm of my mind.

With every line, I weave a spell,

Where dreams and realities gently dwell.



So, join me here, my friend so true,

Where possibilities are born anew.

In this realm, where fantasy is sown,

Together we’ll journey from my throne.