The Dark Empress
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.
Copyright © Nina Laurendale | Year Posted 2025
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