poems of a thoughtful mind

Queen

A queen rises, born of ash and strife
Her bones made of metal
Her heart made of glass

"We've seen sterner stuff"
Some simple sentiment, sure
But that's the dead man's ideals

You dare to desert doom?
Daresay, a coward's head
Rests upon your weak shoulders.

She wears a crown as a shackle,
Jewels as a collar,
Castle as a prison.

Keep your head high.
Keep your voice low!
Be powerful, or not; Be difficult, or not

Dreadful death drags
It's crawling up her throat
Choking her, strangling her!

She sits on her throne,
a casket in disguise.
A queen falls, dead of pride and rot.