A Moment in Time

I slowly sit myself down in awe,
Savoring the moment, raw.
I have no need to rush,
I feel the velvet, cushion, under me, plush,
The arms of smooth, dark, varnished, wood,
Slick, and cold, against the skin of my arms, protrude
Into intricately carved ends, under my fingers,
The smell of blood...it lingers,
To remind me of how I got here,
But I shed not a tear.
I raise my arms up, hands open, claws to the sky,
I let out a hearty, evil, laugh, I didn't know I had, and sigh,
I sink back in my chair, this feels so right,
Sitting on my throne, reminiscing about that night,
And the village I slaughtered to get here,
And those who now, as they should...cower in fear.