open the castle doors,
kneel onto the floor.
I am your queen,
You must be keen
To obey my ruling.
Off with your head,
Or tongue instead?
Don't speak of it,
it's a secret.
Sat on my throne,
Poor girl has grown
To take her place.
Curl your lips into a smile,
Become the new queen
And take in the chace.
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- "chace" in olde English means to be the "top of everything" or exceed blatantly in perfection.
That's all.
This was merely a throw over, wasn't too bad nor good enough.
YOU ARE READING
clemmie's writings and poems
Poetryjust some extra samples and some of my poetry ! all writing is mine, and all pictures (unless stated) are not, so credit to all the photographers ! (yes, the cover does belong to me) -clemmie
