Mix and Match

Mix and match,

now there’s the catch,

there’s nothing to be seen.

Switch and swap,

drop from the top,

and hear a falling scream.

Shift all around,

make not a sound,

and land your fall from grace.

Plot and plan,

create a scam,

to take your rightful place.

You’re all alone,

your wounds are sewn,

and songs of death you sing.

You draw a knife,

to take a life,

and once again you’re king.

But now you find,

a life of lies,

resting on your throne.

The ruler’s reign,

it’s never named,

in this land of bones.

None of the photos used belong to me

#AugustPrompt15