Do You Still Like Us?

‘we are done with your spectacle’ ‘we are done with your old, musty godhood’ ... “Big words...from such tiny girls.” In a mad dash the 2 little mad girls run into the cramped and long forgotten room. They stand furiously heaving in front of a torn and rendered thing. Sad and pathetic their Captain knells before it. ... “You see, you have already lost....she is already wholly mine.” ... ‘you are a pathetic king’ ‘who leans too heavy on a shine past forgotten’ ... ‘Captain......’ ‘Come back to us...’ The Captain turns towards the 2 little girls, tears streaming from her eyes. “Save me from this monster.” A deep, lost rolling laughter rolls forth from the Broken Throne filling every dark crack and shadow. “She is ours.” ... ‘if you could take her’ ‘you would, faker’ ‘and so we end it’ ‘now’