Oubliette of the Broken King
Once upon a time, I ruled above this iron grate
Until I woke up at sword point and was thrown in this pit.
Bent and broken, now, that reality is far away.
Lifetimes ago, it seems a dream,
Inside this small, dark, hole is all the world I need
Eating what scraps they throw me
Thanking them for the offal they offer;
Thinking how lucky for me that I am alive,
Even as I wish they had just slit my throat while I slept.
form: acrostic
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