Falling like a house of cards under thumb of gentle breeze,
the earth now pushed aside and fronds of fern
ripped up from the ground like turnips
From murderous crows spanning wings and talons
flocked from nests once high now low
The red queen saw heart and soul scatter to the forest floor
Picking up the pieces of her past her blood began to boil
Twisted into a human pretzel, her hips on fire, she bled cutting
Through thick and thin she cursed the night where once was blessed and sweet
Turned metal twisted and her body into a wounded mass
A hearth once warm and safe
She found herself now a broken woman, mere mortal in her fate,
Face to face with her anger over it all
Afterall, it was she who was in the driver’s seat.
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