I need help writing a Cinquain poem about a King's throne. will mank as brainiest.

Here you go!

Rise underneath curved clay tiles

where windows stare blankly into then over

silent  terraces.

Seats

line the dragged out glass table

past which leaves awaiting the  sky

of unseen life.

guests.

Of the crowded figures await.

Clouds only swell when the winds are quiet.

it's like watching a fable, it's not really about the animals but rather it has a meaning that is understood by us and that is implicit, not explicitly said. implicit ideas are common and are used in almost all works of art, from writing to painting to sculpting.

so are we writing a song for you or are we making characters for you.