She was born with a purpose to create,
But the stars spoke of a prophecy;
That she would leave destruction in her wake.
Born under the moonlight,
Her eyes as dark as the night,
Her innocence went alight,
Led astray from her painless life.
Tortured, hunted and betrayed she was,
Couldn’t find a soul who would see who she really was;
Depressed she ran away,
Found the dark to understand her dismay.
Comforted by it subtle warmth,
It led her to her kingdom’s silver porth.
She grew more knowledgeable by the day,
Till she was able;
To rule the land where the dead stay.
Many came to try and conquer her land,
But when they came,
They met their end, with no accolade;
By a touch of her hand,
Their bodies turned to little more than grains of sand.
She wasn’t evil, just deeply misunderstood,
Only the dark knew she was still good;
None knew the pain she endured,
Abandoned at birth,
Barely found anything to fill the dearth.
She found solace nevertheless,
The dark with her,
Made her The Dark Empress.
If you were to ask me the place I like the most
it would be Porth Joke Beach on the Cornish coast.
Where walking down to the beach on the path so steep
red poppies and corn marigolds dance at your feet.
Then as you reach the gate at the bottom of the field
a wonderful view of the rocky coastline is revealed.
The sound of corn buntings can be heard all around
and buzzards searching for prey hover above the ground.
While high on the rocks oyster catchers survey the scene
and on the beach you can see where sandworms have been.
Children fish in the rock pools left by the ebbing tide
and run around in the caves, where they love to hide.
Climbing up from the beach after an hour or two
there’s a bench to rest on and take in the view.
Over Cubert Common and back down to the sea
on a summer’s day, it’s where I like to be.
And in the evening, from the place where I stay
you might even catch the sun setting over the bay.