Throne of Glass

When the war is won, the kingdom dead.
With the rhinestone crown on my head,
I'll sit down on my throne of glass.
Waiting for the next attack.
My pretty guards with pretty swords.
My funny jester's funny words.
I know one day my throne will fall.
There is no comfort in these walls.
Made of mirrors that change what we see.
I see an imposter staring back at me.
Her hair is grey. Her skin turned white.
Dark bags have formed around her eyes.
These wall can say a great many things.
Warnings, secrets, horrid stories.
I wonder what they will say about me, of my false throne.
A crown made of cheap metal covered in stones.
Did I rule well, in my kingdom of lies?
Wearing this pretty, fancy disguise.
When my throne of glass broke, did I get sliced?
When the mirrors shattered, did I even survive?
They don't know who I was. I don't who I am.
They don't need to know, and I never can.
Maybe I'll be a legend. I probably won't.
Because I'm just trash covered in rhinestones.