Jun 19
Divine tragedy
As I touch my crown,
My fingers bleed.
Fearless and calm
The queen they need.
Lighting up the night,
Thorns form a halo.
I know that pride
Is hard to swallow.
She was neither lord,
Nor a mastermind,
Knight without a sword,
Phony of a kind.
Cursed me with rude words,
Then prayed for pity,
Tried to strike deep chord
And played non-guilty.
Kissed my salty lips
And cried of fear.
Now near me she sleeps,
Rest in peace, my dear.
Kingdom's bent the knee,
No more safe and sound.
My fingers bleed,
As I touch my crown.