The Hollow Throne

At the edge of night, where shadows choke,

Where light is thin as a dying smoke,

There waits a throne of splintered bone,

A realm of rot, a place unknown.

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The air hangs thick, a sickly weight,

A scent of blood, of death’s estate;

Where trees themselves bend down to die,

And claw the ground with bony sighs.

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Each path is twisted, lost and cold,

The ground itself is foul and old,

With bloodstains dark from ages past—

A place where hope can never last.

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And on that throne, a shape is sprawled,

A ghastly king in shadows walled;

His crown, a spine still slick with red,

A garland plucked from souls long dead.

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His face, a mask of grinning fear,

Eyes empty pits that see and leer,

A gaze so deep, so black and wide,

It swallows all who dare abide.

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His voice is thick as plague-filled night,

A breath that kills all spark of light.

It fills the air, a poisoned song,

That draws you close, where you don’t belong.

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“Come near, come near,” he whispers low,

And like a moth, you start to go.

Your feet betray, your body fails,

Drawn to him on ghostly trails.

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The trees around you close their jaws,

Their branches claw with brittle claws.

And as you walk, you feel the weight

Of countless souls he’s sealed to fate.

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Your pulse slows down, your skin turns gray,

As time itself begins to fray.

The stars blink out, the moon decays,

All warmth in you begins to fade.

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You try to scream, but words die cold,

Your mouth is filled with dirt and mold.

The ground becomes a swallowing maw,

An endless pit, a devil’s draw.

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Your skin pulls tight, your breath turns thin,

A hollow ache begins within.

And on the throne, his smile grows wide,

As terror spreads from side to side.

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The very night consumes you whole,

As shadows claw and swallow soul.

And then you feel him, deep and raw,

A presence cold as death’s own law.

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For once you reach the Hollow Throne,

You’ll rot, decay—and die alone.

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Your bones will join his haunted seat,

Your mind, a ghost that knows defeat.

And every wanderer that draws near

Will hear your cries—eternal fear.

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For none escape his timeless reign,

And all that’s left is endless pain.

So heed this tale, and run from here,

Or join the Hollow Throne’s veneer.