The queen arrives her head held high.
Tattered rags hang from her body.
Her lips glisten blood red.
Savage smiles strikes fear in your heart
for she has eaten you before.
Consumed your life, your desperation
she made you fear.
Running from the queen is not an option
pretending that she is not there
For time and time again
she will push through those doors.
Hide behind the glorious throne,
wishing that invisibility was true
For the Mad King and the Tattered Queen
both seek the means to hurt you.
© Jay-lyn Doerksen