The queen.
She was the one everybody
talked about.
The one who'd hold daggers
on her throat but
you'll be the one to die.
The one of saccharine decay,
whose words are pools of your blood.
The one of broken wings
and hips of black spiders.
The one god had abandoned.
The king.
He wanted her;
wanted her ringed fingers
trace his back and her
laces intertwined with his fingers.
That is the fire to wanted
to play with.
He wanted to collide his world
against her and pick out
the bullets buried on her smiles.
~Sampurna
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Poetry♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in...
