Wicked Queen, Her Darkness Hidden Behind Her Veil
Vacancy of high upper air, rarified ghosted hearts too.
Of frosted heathens in place, none are wearing mad hatter shoes.
Yet in her beauty she held this fast, mirror never lies
And now her worn-out lover has died, she just barely cries
Winter and her wanting a far much warmer climate here
She sparks her fire, wondering why firemen wear all that gear
Often waking, she wonders, does savage death really hurt
But policeman catches her eye, over she goes to flirt.
Vacancy of high upper air, rarified ghosted hearts too.
Of frosted heathens in place, none are wearing mad hatter shoes.
In deep blacken darkness she sharpens her long dagger claws
Covered in many a male's blood are her wicked paws
And immensely long stinger in her tail, a poison dart
She injects her hapless victims, strychnine right in their heart.
Vacancy of high upper air, rarified ghosted hearts too.
Of frosted heathens in place, none are wearing mad hatter shoes.
Robert J. Lindley, May 1st 1973
16 verse dark sonnet
Note: She was a real person. This time I was not the victim, my best friend was.
He even pondered suicide over her. Glad to say he did not do it.
Love is indeed a very, very powerful force.
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 08-30-2023 at 07:51 AM.
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
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