Dead
I talk with the dead.
I thought it was a boon,
but it was more of a wrath.
That brat,the throne on which he sat,
The crown which made him frown,
And kingdom he ruled,
And the people he fooled,
Are Mine.
When I eloped the death,
I gifted it my breath.
Till day the question persists,
Friend or Foe?
©phoenix_
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