No expensive jewels

Or masses of gold

Just the bones of our family

And tales never told.

The link is broken

And here comes the flood

Water, at this stage,

is thicker than blood.

Now the people run rampant

Cheeks hollowed, skin pale

As I watch as your crown

Gleams in the hail.

A figure declares in the storm

That they must be the one

To rip the crown of bones away

And seal what’s said and done.

You sit in your chair.

With a grin and comply,

And the bones of your crown

Rattle just like the sky.

No expensive jewellery

Or masses of gold

Just a journey of vengeance

It’s the best one I’ve told.