Shadowed Queen

Upon precipice
toes curled
tipped over edge
beneath
shadow plagued
valley
screams
blooded swords
screaming horses
hoards
clash of armour
rank upon rank
falling
beneath stoned gaze.
Lips curled
venomous tongue
rip
tear
gouge
holes in my soul
slice free my heart
gore
slipping from my fingers
to the floor.
Grotesque
face ravaged
body battered
rage
gathering
step forward
falling into nothing
screaming
flames rushing higher.
Conflagration
sins seared
at my feet
desperate men
at my side
succulent succubus
nevermore
shall we fear.
©March 23/20
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Word of the Day Challenge #92-Untitled Poem

My throne
blooded mare
hooded glare
within sunken sockets
death mask
gleaming teeth
bared in rictus grin
feral growl rumbles
you dare mock me?
Liver lipped lover
aromorous words of rhyme
promised time
finger kissed tips
your hands around
stealing breath away
while my body reacts.
Lost in thought
wrought in pain
devil begone
flamed eyes
cast aside.
I lick my lips…..
Beloved of my heart
hear my plea
upon your knees
this quest shall be:
Find for me a God.
Find for me an Emperor.
Find for me a King.
Find for me a Man.
A Man
who can tame 
this lioness’ roar.
©March 14/20
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Futile Fiction

Building
slowly
passion
rage
two sides
same coin
times
where they are combined
raw feelings
making me undone.
Alone
reflective
heartache felt
minimized
tamped down
bitten fury
eyes ablaze
revenge plans laid
knowing
fantasies in the air
I would
could not
do any of those thoughts.
Helpful not at all
dark sins plot
never come to wrought
potent acrimony
face contorted
pain ripped through
for once more
I left my heart free.
©March 10/20
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Queenly Insanity

Thrown to the wolves
left to fend
for self
for child
thought to die
laughed as snow began to fall
revenge sought
retribution done
requital I swore
even as I fell to my knees.
I crawled.
I wept.
I thought to freeze to death.
No…..
I would not let you win.
I would not let you crown
another in my place
in my space
she…..
two faced whore.
I strove
pulling self to feet
courage
rage
kept me moving
as thunder roared
heart beating.
always have been
it would behoove you
to remember.
For come I will
in dead of night
pay the toll dear
will you and she
while I sit above
watching you bleed.
©Feb. 23/20
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Expunged Love

Eyes
bruised grey
hair lank
dead
detached
when…..
who….. 
what….. 
is coming for me?
Nowhere to run.
I wait.
Heartbeat count
fevered brow to pane
it has been ordained
they will collect me.
I care not.
Frost.
Black heart
wreathed
iced
encased
fingers etched glacier blue
cold.
Throw the bitch a bone
I heard your guttural voice
Nothing more
Nothing less
She deserves…..
I forgot your twisted side.
I forgot your hate.
I forgot just what it meant to be
the one who jilted the King.
©Feb. 22/20
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I Am…..

Lost in thought
dreams
slightly out of reach
gazing sightless
upon the things I wish……
time has come
let go of fairy tales
grow up
be responsible
voices crowing
deep inside
but 
whines the little girl
I do not want to let go
grow up
become boring
oh no!
Grow I did
put aside
childish fantasies
dolls a plenty
straighten the collar
romance
dead in the air…..
Time came
(with age comes wisdom
ha ha)
I realized
I knew
my dreams
more important than air
gasping
driven
starved
my creativity
reared
breaking free
from studded cell
admonishing me.
Awaken
my muse
or am I the conduit
for her? him? them?
I let fly
I let free
reign true
rule fair
I am a poet…..
I am a story teller…..
I am…..
whatever my imagination says I am.
©Feb. 20/20
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Word of the Day Challenge#81-Untitled Poem

Screams
fuzzy dreams
sticky wet
eyes barely able to open
head pounding
what is all that banging
why is the bed all wet?
Memories prick
hazy
peering through muslin
mouth tacky
had something been in the wine
he had plied her with?
Struggle to sit upright
flounder
what is wrong
why so hard to move
limbs leaden
fear begins to burgeon
something was very wrong.
Rage
hot
fiery
body burning as the lash lands
turning fear to ash
slip away
he will never notice
the blank stare.
His unseeing eyes meet hers
gasp
pull back
knife
bejewled
straight through the heart
all stare at her
sly smile on her face.
Wisdom is not always the way of the crone
mistress of darkness
feeder of damaged souls
knew danger to come
sacrifice virginal blood
tormented savage
to keep this world safe.
©Jan. 6/20
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