Crowned In His Darkness by Petalsandchainsworld

On trembling knees I knelt,

in the hollowed chamber of our wicked love.

His wings unfurled, a cathedral of shadows

and with one touch, he crowned me.

Not with mercy,

but with obsession.

Not with grace,

but with possession.

I became his dark queen

bound, adored, owned.

And in his gaze burned a promise:

“Your soul is mine… as my world burns for you.”