Mind the Paint
Do not gift me with paints of pastel blue
Or beads of gentle, sparkling amethyst.
Give me not flowers of soft yellow hue
Or silk cloths the clouds seem to have kissed.
For in the chaos of my broken mind,
The jagged edges of piercing nightmares;
In a home for neither the bright nor kind
Where is the place of such beautiful flairs?
No, the castle of the twilight's princess
Shall scream danger from many miles away
To proclaim the one queen of the distressed
Lives to rule and sing for another day.
But if in my reign you wish to take part
Know, my realm is not for the faint of heart.
Copyright © Fm Rt | Year Posted 2018
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