My Love Tears Down Castles
A Poem
oh, now it makes so much sense
how you wanted me out of the story
when i was the one thing standing in your way
of reclaiming the throne you wanted most of all.
oh, now i can speak in a thousand tongues,
and what can i do but tell you again and again
how much i craved you in the sequence of mad things
while you looked upon the higher plane again and again?
oh, the throne was yours — you knew it —
so why did you involve me in this careful game?
what did a poor peasant girl have to do in a feud
of gods and furies and muses and mischief?
i didn’t want you — you knew that —
but you told lie after lie after lie
as if those things might save you
from some far-off damnation.
oh, now i know the truth of it —
how you wished me dead from the start —
as if i’d ever be what you wanted
while you sat back in a crumbling castle.
