Rain trickles on my skin
My wings are damp and the light is dim
People in cloaks standing side by side
And rain falls with the tears of my cry
Maybe this is the day I die
Chains wrap my legs, thin and fragile
And rope around my hands, the type that goes a mile
Maybe this is the day I die
A dagger floating atop my head
An empress swaying on her bed
Her hands point with victory
While I stand small with treachery
Maybe this is the day I die
The rags that cloth my skin weep
And the scars on my body dig deep
Maybe this is the day I die
But I will never know
The queen stands proudly
Speaking long and tall
People gather for the final call
Then i stutter my last words of love
And a dagger of silver
Decorated like a dove
I expected the darkness of my blood
But no, I see light
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Blind Games
RomancePoems about love, betrayal,family and my feelings about everything
