Writhing, Groaning, Dragging limbs
Off to sacrifice
Upon her whims
Hearts, souls
And similar things
Create a soft disturbance
Akin to raven's wings.
Their cries unheard,
As she lies asleep
Tired and empty
She doesn't hear them weep
She would not care
Even if she had
She has that right
As the queen of their land
This heartless lady
Is a witch of blood
A royal who kills
Upon her mood
If she feels happy
She tortures
If she's mad
She murders
Death and despair
Follow in her wake
As she orders
Her head is empty
Her mind in disorder
And she kills and destroys
Until there's no one
Beside her.
The world will then
Turn it's back upon her
A revolt
Will put an end to her
Torture
And as she she stands
Alone in the end
I wonder what she'll think
As all those left
Pushes her to the brink
Alone she'll stand
Alone and proud
Like the scorching sun
On a day without a cloud.
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A Mad One's Collection
PoetryJust a collection of my random writings About what I think. Hope and dream for. It's like a collection of random thoughts. Well sort of. I write because I feel better after writing. The end
