My queen,
You turn your back on me
I fight for you,
Yet you,
You wouldn't die for me
Understand this
My sword kills for you
Sends those who wish you harm
To the cold dark depths below
As you sing your sweet song of bitter sorrow
And stare where your lover fell
I beg
Beg of you
Take me now
Don't you see my pain?
The very sweat upon my brow?
My blood has dripped for you
And yet you love him still
Beautiful
Dressed in black
Yet cruel in your intentions
Gorgeous
Men fall for you
And yet you love the dead
This is my poetry/short story blog. The poems go through an intense process of scrutiny before they even get here, so what you are seeing is my best work. In case you haven't heard, I am putting together a book of my poetry. As such, I am also creating a website which I will be providing links to as soon as it goes live.
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