The Mynah Birds Cry
I fell asleep beneath the Elm
and thus began to dream.
Whilst sleeping sound in sleeper’s realm,
the Mynah birds did sing,
and whispered unto me a spree of many a curious thing –
that I should die, but then to rise
and reign the world as Queen!
I woke from chilly winds and then,
I found to my surprise,
before me lay a cap and pin;
the Mynah birds did cry,
a cooing soft from Elm tree tops and tempting me to try
the crown of gold and dagger cold that shone before my eyes.
I placed the crown upon my head,
the dagger through my breast.
The loss of life and blood that bled
put Mynah birds to rest.
Then perched the worst of all the Mynahs stiff atop my chest
and thrice it pecked to resurrect a Queen from fallen flesh.
Copyright © Sophia Valentina | Year Posted 2014
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