the sky was torn, the heavens burned
as fate, at last, her vengeance turned
the mighty horns, the serpent’s tongue
were drowned beneath the battle’s drum
with blade of light and steel so bright
they struck her down—an end in sight
but shadows writhe where witches fall
and curses live beyond the call
her laughter cracked like breaking bone
a shriek, a wail—a dying throne
yet in her ash, the briars grew
their roots ran deep, their thorns still knew
the castle sleeps, the curse is gone
but in the wind, her voice plays on
for wicked things do not stay dead
they haunt, they wait, they fill with dread
so heed the dark, beware the thorn
where roses bloom, a queen is born
hush, sweet child, your fate is spun
the blackened threads have just begun
upon your brow a crown may gleam
but dark things stir beneath the dream
a spindle waits, a thorn’s caress
a single drop—no more, no less
and when it falls, so shall you sleep
where shadows coil and secrets creep
no lover’s kiss, no mother’s tear
no whispered prayer shall reach you here
the stars will pale, the dawn will die
a kingdom lost to lullaby
and I shall watch as roses fade
their petals wilt in mournful shade
for none shall wake, and none shall weep
when love and light are mine to keep
in hollow woods where roots entwine
where silver moon forgets to shine
a babe was swayed by midnight’s breath
rocked in arms as cold as death
her cradle, built of jagged thorn
her lullaby, the raven’s mourn
no mother’s kiss, no father’s name
just whispered spells and tongues of flame
the fairies watched with wary eyes
they knew the price of darkened skies
for power coils, a creeping vine
it twists the soul, it drinks the spine
so grew the child, cruel and tall
a shadow stretched, eclipsing all
with poison lips and serpent tongue
her voice a curse where once was song
and when the world would bow or break
she stood alone—for fear’s own sake
no crown of gold, no blood nor kin
a throne of thorns, a heart of sin
deep in the thorns where the shadows creep
where roses bleed and dreamers sleep
a horned queen waits with hollow eyes
weaving doom in silken lies
her whispers slither through the air
a viper’s kiss, a lover’s snare
her laughter cracks like brittle bone
a crown of night, a heart of stone
one prick, one drop, the world unwinds
the spindle hums, the darkness binds
no hero’s blade, no plea, no prayer
can wake you from her wicked snare
so hush, my dear, and close your eyes
the thorns have grown, the kingdom dies
This sudden warped concern for ampule,
the cruel force of world dictators,
these psychological taunt of the media,
Nescient chemists controlling our minds,
tycoons uttering lies in egoistic motives,
these pretentious drama of publicized jabs,
enhancing their personal ambition to rule,
these old prime ministers at the precipice,
unwilling to retire for greed,
frightened by the plague concocted in Wuhan,
confusing my will by their own fears.
conspirators accusing me of conspiracy,
invoking laws on their medium,
censoring opposing opinion,
These organized crimes against my will,
A cooked up opium rushed out of laboratory,
compelling a Police state devoid of volition,
mRNA coated codes, their Greek gift to save the world,
the same world they pass by in pain,
these tyrants suddenly more catholic than the Pope,
or civil than a civilian,
Liberty at the mercy of potentate,
silence all demanding,
The hysteria unending,
my trust for their kindness is zero.
You magnificent maleficent,
It's a shame heaven did not let you in.
But I know that even though they have cut your wings,
Your beauty always did come from within.
She’s asleep and does not hear
The creaks and shuffles entering in,
Corners stand in contrast to
The figures moving ‘round.
Darkness is a bleak covering for
eyes covered and enshrouded,
Stealthily they stand in shadows,
Plotting their misdeeds.
Slowly turning from the depth
Of sleep which surrounds,
Ill attuned to her physical world,
Unlimited dreamscapes soaring.
Is she alive? Did they leave?
She never heard or saw it coming,
How still she lay, statuesque
And scantily clad.
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