ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

Queen

I see your arrogance running through,

The strand of ego,

Taking away the handsomeness of that face,

Ripping the likeness in my heart.

You don't want to be easy,

But hard to get, is my USP.

So, if you have lordly skin

I will wear fur of the queen.

You smirk my way,

Then I am condescending,

I will burn you,

With the mark of my quintessential.

You will become the ash,

Of piled up black,

You are made of.

And I will walk with my prize of

Satiated pride

And your loss,

As you give your burning, bowing heart

To it's queen.