It ran out.
Cold, taxing; exasperating.
Collapsing upon itself, a skeletal revenant climbed from what was once supposed to be,
brilliant wearing the crown.
into a curse- Lingering litigious wraiths.
Wrongfully woeful; regrettably untimely.
Serving your head on a silver plate.
Gift of oblation,
salvation betrayed by itself.
Frozen in Cocytus,
a mirror reflecting the tormented self-
Pound of flesh-
Pound of silver-
The price paid for...