Queen at 28
Her loyal subjects gathered around a banquet table, offering gifts and tribute Later that evening, the queen relaxes with the gift she craves the most (cool sweet numbness) As she turns a page into another year of turbulence she slides into old ways into dark haunts in the cellar of her palace A grinning jester who once helped to rape her kingdom returns slithering back into her life offering the beautiful toxin she had forsaken Royal robes lay askew a serpent slides across her body promising bliss The forecast for her realm threatens raging flames to raze all that she had built She laughs at bitter predictions On this night She seeks joy and pleasure, and glittering numbness Her loyal subjects return home, to rest for another day of service to her; lamps and candles are extinguished to prepare for peaceful sleep If they knew of her midnight visit to the dank and musty chambers of her past They would spend this night trembling in stark terror...about a friend whom I've written about often. She enjoys reading about herself, but I don't think I'll share this one with her. I worry... Written February 19th, 2002 © on Aug 14 2002 09:24 AM PST 10 • 0
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