The Dark Queen

Chapter One

This chapter is dedicated to my friend Jv Anne Minerva. Girl thank you for the opinion's that you always give for my book, and for always being there for me when times of need. LOVE YOU.

Minerva's POV

In the darkness I lay
Here I take my refuge, to stay
It in gulfs and consume me
until it take's me fully.

My heart is maid of Ice
Love for me, is like a dice
It role's for me like a play
A game for me I like to sway.

I have no choice, they made me this way
My heart they learn to play
I love them like their my life
But their words stab me like a knife.

They never took pity on me
Never even learn to hear my plea,
I beg them for mercy,
And ask if they can forgive me.

But No!!! they never forgive me
Forgiveness is the last thing their gonna give me
Until death their gonna hate me
A weakling, a murderer that's what they see in me.

They all think I'm gone
They all think I'm dead
They think its done
They think its the end.

End is nothing but a begining
A doorway to get even for all the pain
This what's keep me living
And in my heart pain shall reign.

I look at the things I write and I might say I'm pretty impress of what I can do, writing is my refuge, it save me from this so cruel word. It distract me from the memories I tried to bury for a longtime ago. This hobby of mine save me, but sometimes it also fuels my anger for those people who hurt me. They take advantage of my weakness, my love for them is my curse.

I turn around my swivel chair so that I could look at the glass wall widow in my office, cause this has the entire view of the city. Back when I was a kid I always wonder why the boss office should always be at the top of the building or should say they always should be at the top of everything. Now I know why, being at the top makes you look powerful, wearing expensive jewelries, dresses, watch and tux makes you fill confident and proud of what you achieve, it makes you strong.

But this has also a negative effect, it makes you look down at the one who is lower than you. Power makes a person full of him/her self, that makes them think that they are greater than the others. Richness makes them think they could buy anything, everything, or even anyone. But I think other wise, for me you should use it not just to brag, but to also to take down all your enemies, for you to help others.

But I'm not gonna show this side of me to others, cause my enemies out there might use this weakness of mine against me. Its still not the time, not yet, my plans aren't ready yet, so I must be very careful of my moves, for them not figuring out who really I am. I will make sure that even before they started moving their peaces in this chess game that they made, I am already winning.

Turning back to my table I look at the poem I made and smile triumphantly, sending this letter is just a go signal for them to get ready for my most deadliest game that they will in counter. I will make sure that the dead shall rise in its grave, to spook them out of their wits. And let see how long can they endure the nightmare they made for them selves.

" Vinita, please come to my office. I have some very important task for you ". I said to my secretary to the intercom. In just a second she's already in front of me heads down, eyes on the floor.