Matters Of The Throne

"Hold on..."

The rustling of falling clothes magnifies under the silence of the night. Lying in the midst of torn corpses and bloody soil the couple entwines under the moon.

Protected only by the clothes spread out beneath her the young woman shivers. Feeling the touch of his slippery tongue running across the curve of her back.

"Wait." She murmurs...

"I can't." The man answers as callused hands slip into the fabrics of her dress.

It's not that, she tries but unable to express. "They're... watching..."

The man laughs instead, "is this another way for you to reject me?"

No. That's not it the young woman thought as she listens to the voices overhead.

"Hey! Move over, I can't see!"

"See?! What are you watching!? Roll to the side, she's my representative!"

"Shut up! I can't hear the sounds!!"

"Calm down everyone."

Tears gather at the corner of her eyes as the young lady listen to the conversation above. Biting on her lips she really wanted to shout to the sky, "you shameless deities!! Stop watching!!!"