The Queen of Broken Hearts
Trapped within these walls of stone,
A prisoner of my own making.
Captured by a hollow heart,
A fortress for the taking.
Swordless on a fragile throne,
I'm a King without a crown.
Haunted here at castle's keep,
By a Queen who'd bring it down.
Skin of white with blackened soul,
A Sorceress in disguise.
Sin behind a wicked grin,
Is reflected in her eyes.
Toying with my emotions,
A game she loves so much.
A game I'm sure to lose,
Just a victim of her touch.
Casting spells I know so well,
Powerless to her magic.
Tortured in this dungeon deep,
My life is turning tragic.
Shackled in chains of lust,
I'm bound by this decree.
The Queen of Broken Hearts,
Will be the death of me.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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