Tarnished Paladan

The flames lick at me, scorching the armor I bear

weighing me down, pulling me further into the abyss.

I hear my princess scream, resistant

battling her way back from defeat.

I crawl forward on hands and knees

the keening I make? Or is that my soul?

I only know that I cannot give up,

I must go forward.

Forward to the woman I love,

forward to the future ordained,

Forward to the depths of hell

all so……

This story is old, as old as can be.

A King, A Queen, The Princess

and the knave that has her heart.

Only this time, there is no happy ending

there is no fond farewell.

There is only horror and hell

blood and pain

dancing in the slashing rain.

Insanity and narcissism

power and rage,

this is no fairy tale,

there will be no bliss.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 19/17

 

Broken Princess

Slumped against the wood grained door

my sword clatters to the ground.

I can no longer take the beating,

I can no longer hold the weight of my head.

Their psychic battle savages my mind;

pulling and pushing as they try to claim.

Each one wanting to lock into my soul

and pull it into their realm of hell.

I do not know how much longer I can hold on,

I can find no hole to hide.

A tangled web of colored illusions

the sole shield I can muster;

as I try to escape their rage.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 19/17