Dark Queen; Dark Grace
what do we do when we have nowhere to turn? nowhere to go? no place in mind.....
can't we just runaway. leave what ever darkness and bloodshed and tears threaten to break us
surrounded by music are we; different kinds, so colorful are the tunes and the words to
each. why are kept from listening to all of them?
running away sounds like an adventure to hold, but the tears, bloodshed, and darkness will
follow...for they are attached to us. all of us.
the dark queen herself enchants the minds of her subjects and warps them to insanity,
her lover is twisted and warped in fear that he could lose his love; what's worth loving
is not worth hating
music plays in the great hall of the palace, swinging from wall to wall, room to room.
hypnotizing the listeners. humming its song in their ears, slaying them. running through
them like a blade with jagged edges smeared with intoxicating goo.
playing their minds like a warped piano; composing a song that teases the hearts of
lovers. the dark queen grins a tantalizing, impish and ghoulish smile. showing her teeth.
they gleam evil in the faint candle light of dimly lit corner of the great hall. she hums
her song to herself as the music continues its sordid melody.
Copyright © Princess Corazon | Year Posted 2010
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