Sunday, 20 November 2011

Throne of Thorns

Today I sit on my throne of thorns
As I look out onto my Queendom
My snivelling subjects pay with blood
For the disappointments they have
brought me

Their watery eyes, and quivering chins
Make my stomach full of anger
I'll send the guards to punch their heads,
to bloody and bruise their faces

My throne of thorns,
My crown of shame,
My sword of vitriol
and vengeance

Cower. Cower before your Queen.

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