God Save the Queens

by Faithless Watermelon   Jun 6, 2016


Soft hands, sharp wits,
hearts of lions,
souls of beggars.

Victim's eyes, burning tongues,
scents of wolves,
doubts of dreamers.

Pages' books, court's jesters,
crowns of faith,
idols of mortality.

Look down to me, condescend -
I know you have to, to ascend.
I don't covet your throne anymore,
I've fought the war and closed that door.
I'm not the people, you can't pretend to me;
queens don't write books, just history.

[An angel's wings flew away.]

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Really like this piece. I presume its about someone that made you feel worthy then took it all away in an instant.

    I'm not the people, you can't pretend to me;
    queens don't write books, just history.
    ^^
    I love these lines goes to show you can hide behind closed doors but not to those that know you properly.
    Em

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