Primrose the Tasteless Queen
In the dead of night she came without a sound,
The darkness brought shadows to her eyes,
With a haughting gait she wore a mourning gown,
Honey sweetened words was the perfect disguise,
Heart in hand without any utterance of a word,
Who would know that it was to be a grand mistake,
A shift of shadows with nothing to be heard,
She threw his heart into the waveless lake,
In a timeless passage it descended the depths,
For no eyes of the liquid darkness saw the fear,
Of a wordless voice of the scepter breath,
In the suffocating darkness it simply disappeared.
(2017)
Copyright © Corwin Donovan | Year Posted 2017
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