Tag: #poetry#relationships#pain#growth


Falling like a house of cards under thumb of gentle breeze
From murderous crows spanning talon and wing
Flocked from nests once nigh on high now low
The Red Queen saw heart and soul scatter to the floor
Shattering up pieces of her distant past
Her blood begins to boil as the tears begin to dry
Through thick and thin she cursed the days blessed and sweet
Was a upon a time a man, a prince among men once
now straddled upon a tarnished throne
Where once thought sage of tried and true
Near a hearth once warm and safe
She found him now mere mortal man
As she adjusted her crown