Impostor — Hive

The hall was empty and so was the throne.
No royal ass had sat on it for decades
Why wouldn't he take a chance?
It had once been given a lot of time and attention by professionals, true artists.
He closed the door behind him
In the middle of the night
And when the sun rose again he sat upright waiting
Until a footman or someone else would come in and say:
Hey, intruder, what are you doing there?
Your place is at the feet of the royal family
You have sworn allegiance
Impostor to the Throne!
But it remained quiet and days passed and the door he looked out of remained closed.
Could the crown have left or died?

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