dead as one can be, that's she
she crawls out of her grave,
and rules the land of the living
— she's the dead queen
undying hunger for justice
and the will to cease the pain
marks the resurrection of her
to set her murderers ablaze
a thirst for revenge
makes her throat go parched
gathering her strength
she grabs a knife and stabs their hearts
a crown of gold, wreathed with silver
sits upon the thrown, waiting for her
the unalloyed ruler has come at last
to retrieve what has been stolen —
the riches of life of which was taken
A/N
hi everyone!! it's your favourite (actually, maybe not) failure of a poet back with another poem that I'm actually proud of and fond of. I've been thinking a while about where I want to take this poetry book and I was wondering, maybe after we hit forty published poems I'll start a new poetry book! starting from scratch, a new beginning and all that. what do you all think? anywho, I also want to thank anyone who has ever read this and the support I've been getting from this book. you all are amazing and I love you 💛
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sunflowers | ✔️
Poetryin which a girl, who's fond of sunflowers, expresses her trivial feelings through not rhyming poetry, longing for someone to hear. highest ranking: #144 in poetry on june 18, 2018. 🌻
