heavily throne.

crows calls,
half past, pasting's hour,
I cast forth another black mark,
Upon thy stone walls binding,
As sundown surrenders thee,
To thy dark once more,
Outside thy chambers door,
Opens open space,
In solitary thy darkness,
Fragile face,
Bound in misattributions walls,
Creeping, lurking,
Non,
Nor more hours conclusion,
Prison of thoughts, thoughts,
Timelessness,
Ending none,
Awaiting thy timing of thy rise,
Thy sun,
In rise, another mark,
Cast upon thy stone,
Forever in banishments agony,
To atone,
Thy denial,
Thy heavily throne.