Sitting on her golden throne,
The queen sucked on her lollipop,
Who cares if I'm accident prone?
She grumbled and her lips made a loud pop.
She let the candy fall down,
Rolling on the dirty ground
While the king eyed her with a frown.
She ignored him and began her round.
The queen roamed the castle's halls,
Listening to cannon fire and clashing swords.
Bodies fell off the defence walls
As if they were pulled by invisible cords.
She pouted at her empty plate.
The castle is falling and she's not fed.
She called the maid, although it was late,
Telling her she will go to bed.
When she wakes up, she is a ghost.
Her body roams the boring halls,
Her fingers always tinged with frost,
How she missed the fancy balls.
She sees the king's head on a spike
And thinks it's good to be back.
He should have taken her on that hike
Then they'd miss the whole attack.
But romance was too much to ask,
The king was busy ruling his land.
And sex was mediocre, so she could not bask
In the afterglow, for it was bland.
So here she sits in the tallest spire,
Cursing the peasants
And wishing they'd expire
While screaming out her unheard rants.
There is no cure for her despair,
But she let her candy go; it wasn't fair,
She was still hungry, and that wasn't right,
Aren't the dead supposed to be light?
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P-P-P-Poetry
PoetryMy amateur attempts at writing poetry. Don't expect too much, as this is as silly as it can be. Some though, may end up having deep meaning.
