Anastasia's Throne

Slither nimbly

Seduce me, mute me.

Enchant me with your music

"Once upon a December."

Enthralled by my daydream

Of swift feet and maidens

Figure eights on the sleek slate

Of my imagination.

Or could they be more—

A locket to my past?

The chiseling cold has

Uprooted my last recollections.

Dancing slippers or did I just slip

A little too fatally that time?

Has my fantasy departed like the train

That sped off with my life?

Or am I still more fragile

Than the crystal on the ledge?

Maybe if I dive in

I'll be saved from the unanswerable dread.

How would I know; I'll never be sure

And neither would you so why try to endure

A guaranteed heartbreak, a doubt that won't die

I want to belong but not if her life is the price.

And I get this nibbling feeling;

My necklace beckons me to its chambers.

Secretly I know its contents

But it wouldn't do me any favors.

But take this darling now

And smash it just to prove

The world can break you down

But that doesn't mean you lose.

Indeed that is her face

Recognizable as the sun.

Resplendent in a way

Promise you won't tell anyone

But on her deathbed

Anastasia claimed her throne.