You killed my husband.
You left my children fatherless.
You shot him through the heart during a time of peace.
He died in my arms.
A time you surrendered to us.
When the war was supposed to be over.
You didn't beg for mercy when his widow took her revenge.
You were too proud to be a good ruler. You knew nothing but power.
I don't want your crown.
Your people offered your throne to me.
I've come to burn this kingdom down.
Your people cried to me and I relented.
You didn't fight as I was named queen.
You were silent, eyes roaring in flames.
You didn't fight as I claimed your home part of my father's empire.
You didn't even blink.
You didn't cry when your daughters attended my needs as my ladies in waiting.
I taught the women love and told them they were worth more than who they married.
You didn't scream when your sons were put into my armies.
I made the men generals and decorated heroes. You called them disgraced cowards.
You sat there.
You were Silent.
And through it all, at the very end,
To no surprise.
You cursed me.
Because you know your words mean nothing.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
My Little Book of Poetry
PoesiaJust some poems for whenever I feel like writing one. (I want to thank my friends for being the lovely models for the photos that I use as illustrations)
