'Miss Virago and The Pulchritudinous Prince'
We were dancing with our hand tied,
As the crowning prince taking his throne,
He promised to the people that he would never lied,
The crowds forced a smile but with a hint of a frown.
A heart was mine but now was taken,
To be a prisoner, she couldn't resist,
He wanted all knees should be fallen,
Before his throne that give him a bliss.
My scream was once could only be heard,
We painted the town in the colour of blue,
He said everything was fine but we had to lurk,
He hid the gold,gave us laws that are new.
The mourn,the fear and also the pain,
He could hear us but refused to listen,
The glory and pride the only things keep him sane,
While the people lost in battles with heavy weight of burden.
I shouted so loud to make him notice,
How the world move outside his sight,
We roll fake dice without a fight of fists,
We win stupid games and run unfair fights.
I saw the devil,not once,not twice,
The number was beyond anybody's mind,
They were looking with a smirk full of lies,
They told me,keep hiding,don't cross the line.
The devils' game just getting started,
Which the winner would run the flight,
The pilot was no wiseman making my trust faded,
My prayer continue for mercy full of light.
I was there on the tomb with my crown,
How the devil used to dress up as kings,
It was quiet with dulcet voice and sound,
As my sword was inside the heart of the prince.
I looked in my left hand that laid a mask,
While the other hand that holding the dice,
I just realised the devil made me a cast,
They knell before my throne that made up with lies.
tamat.
-2020
