Up the tower,
a crown of poison lays.
I pick the crown up anyways,
I am memorized within the hour.
Then appears a queen of immense power,
her intense beauty I praise.
Her stare leads me into a daze,
she gives me a grin in place of her glower.
In my hair she places a flower,
it's a sign to say we'll be friends always.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PoetryBehind every poem is a story too afraid to be told bluntly. . . . I intend to write to make you feel.
