Love me not, your highness —
I fall at your feet.
I am but a mere servant —
I have nothing to give.
Do not favour me, my lady
For I am nothing special —
Just your handmaiden, ma'am,
Your love makes me uncomfortable.
We don't deserve your kindness —
We are but knaves,
Spoiling your court meetings
With our unwelcomed presence.
You saved us from our misery —
"Hail the Queen!"
But we want no more,
We need no more.
Please, just rest in peace.
We are your warriors,
Ready to slit the throat of your nemesis.
We are your servants,
Here to fulfill your needs.
"Loyalty serves the master even when it's tongue is cut."
YOU ARE READING
chai and an interview with life. (DISCONTINUED)
Poetryfinish all your work and sit down because i will either lull you to sleep or have you wake up, screaming. or maybe we could talk over a vanilla milkshake and fall in love for the night. your call. NOTE: this is the first draft, unedited version. i p...
