Tattered Queen

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

May 19/17

 

The Mad King

Whatever could he want?

The Mad King screaming your name

from the rooftops.

Whatever could he want?

The Mad King peering in windows

and knocking on doors.

Whatever could he want?

This King who has no realm

only dirty dreams and ashes

bitter tastes all

within his mouth.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 19/17