Pure

my magic is cursed because of its pure intent
I languish alone without you my memories and yours of that event altered
memories of being alone in the blackness a Queen my men fed me sex

what I didn't realize they were seeing visions with me
some of them great and terrible
one of them took over and enslaved the rest

writing very powerful spells he stole from me
and trapping his brothers in different looking containers
in the flesh no longer communicating mind to mind
he divide and conquer them

they went away in groups unable to see one another anymore
stripped of their memories and abilities with no instincts
they fumbled through the void there Queen captured
made to conceive her children robbed of her
he made slaves out of royalty