Royalty

by MyHalozChokinMe   Oct 13, 2012


"I don't have anything,"
you declare as you lay your
four queens on the table,
play your queens for fools,
flay your queens alive.

You've crammed her majesties
into your pocket and your
charisma down their throats.

Three of four sovereigns have knights
and white horses waiting for them a
few blocks away-

Getaway vans and back up plans...

The fourth, wears your heart on her breast.
Queen dowager to the world's foremost
suicide king-

Crowned head of the living dead.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Oh, interesting, I am in wonder of what was going through your head when you came up with this? The scene was like a battle but I am not sure as to who between. I think it might be that they are a player and while some women get away there will always be the ones that fall for them and get hurt by their games and often too late to realise what they have got into.

    Powerful wording as always.

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