The Bloody Queen

1. The Bloody Queen

She looked beautiful as she sat upon her throne,
But under her gown,
She was just skin and bones.
Her court thought her lace sleeves were elegant and sweet,
To her her sleeves hid a secret she must keep.
'You must be strong,'
Her king had said,
As he lay dying on his bed.
She wept for her loss in her private chambers,
Ladies in waiting clambered beside her.
And weeks later she sat now,
Pale as porcelain with paper skin,
As beautiful as ever,
With high cheek bones,
A sharp chin,
Shoulders that once stood strong hung weakly,
Her pretty face sad yet still lovely,
But unclothed she looked as ugly as sin,
Ribs and veins,
Scarred and bloody,
Broken and afraid.
Unable to rely on anyone but herself,
Too broken to support even just her,
She lived for her kingdom and they lived for their queen,
But their queen was unfit and they couldn't see.
She was scared and hurt,
She wept on her own and stood strong when in company,
But she could only hold an act for so long.
She had given up a long time ago,
One more gala,
One more dress,
Now one last cut,
A bloody mess.
Finally,
Dead she had earned her name,
The Bloody Queen had gone,
Soon to be reunited with her bloody Prince.