The Crown
For a time her grass grows strong and tall, consuming the land for as far as the eye can see and beyond. She holds dominion over all.
A Queendom that covers everything.
At the height of her power, long after the rain has stopped, growth has slowed and the green has turned to golden-brown a time comes that she knows too well.
She could stand as a great conqueror, her grass lands smothering the wild and keeping all new life in darkness, her power as Empresses intact for all time but she does not...
The spark that starts the blaze is from her own crown. She sets fire to her Queendom, her whole world alight, raising her dominion to the ground.
She fades away with the smoke and ash that falls, resting grey and cool on the earth. And in that space she hands over the world, clear and ashen black, ready for the sun and rain to take their place and create the world a new.
