The Broken Music Box

Their are all gone their energy pulled away from me, abandoning me in my own sadness and regret. I can feel that I'm alone, a punishment in may way with a silence that's deafening to me, I'm so used to their energy so used to them around me.

I reach out for them but feel nothing in return, just emptiness and coldness, a sad sinking feeling that washes over me harbouring me in the knowledge that I'm truly alone, truly abandoned by the lords for what I've done. And you my empire, my loving king, how bitter I have been to you alone I know I deserves this madding loneliness, but it's infuriating to me but I know its truly justified.

I knew all to well I should never of stepped foot in that chamber, but my vision was blurred with my tears of fear and the thoughts of pure mortal illusion seeded by a doubt fed to my mind from one of your previous lovers, a lover that you yourself have scorned.

But in my bitterness, in my lack of care and trust that beautiful gift you had planned to adorn me became the target of my cruel rage, I of all people should have known better than to allow such cruelty to overwhelm me but I allowed my emotions to become to powerful, losing myself control.

Still I attacked that beautiful gift, a music box that you had created by your tired hands with the sweetest song, a song so special to us. But now that beautiful wooden carved music box lays on the floor shatter to pieces, cogs, wheels and springs clatter as they come free of the music cylinder you had put together as the wood pieces you so lovely put together are now all apart, with claw marks and dents from my wicked act.

For it was then as I gazed upon the remains of your sweetest gift that I realised what I had done, listening to such a seed of wicked spit to cast doubt within my mind and heart, without thinking logically or reasonably I took my bitterness out upon that gift. My rage and clouded judgment now replaced with fear and remorse, as I gathered the cogs, wheels and springs from the floor hiding them in a draw, then gathering the wood of the box as tears fell across my cheeks, as I was the flames within the hearth consume the polished wood that once resembled a gift with the sound of our song that we so often would waltz to.

I' fear now more than ever that I shall never waltz with your again, that I shall never hear that beautiful melody again and I know that you will never make that box again for it will not be the same, even the portrait that you so carefully painted which now is consumed by amber flames, it will never be the same for no two pieces are ever the same.

I know what I did was wrong, I've wept enough tears in my shame. The instant I knew what I had done I screamed out for help, even forgiveness, But fear, like all my emotions, took control of me and I like always added insult injury I ran away from that room terrified how you and your lords would be after discovering my cruel act.

It did not take long for you to know what had happened, my mind blurred with madness and in that madness I hurt you so deeply, but in return hurting myself more than ever before. I felt your rage for our telepathic connection is so strong now, I heard you tell your lords to break any bounds of energy from me, for me to be alone abandoned to my madness.

So now I'm punished to be alone, until you my darling Emperor, choose that once day I may step forth near you again, but I fear that day will take a long time to come, so for now I shall weep myself to sleep.