The Queen of Night
In one kingdom filled with disarray, the Queen battles with her heartbreak in hopes to thwart the calls of death itself knocking on her chamber door...
The persistent tone of death itself to which a soul is doomed to sing
could kill a mockingbird, swiftly plucking out each of its wings
To live or not to live—Does it really even matter?
Our souls are trapped here still as they listen to the pointless chatter
Hypocrites and non-believers gather by the throne of sin
in a sinking kingdom filled with many sleeping men
When suddenly, one woeful stranger crept slowly in
This man, he was different—the stench of death he wore
and together with his scythe, he held a most baleful grin
And then, the Queen said to him,
“To whom do I owe this lovely visit?
Come ye who have been sent away,
Come and stay this dreary day
Step on my heart and break it
Please, leave me in disarray
I feel your stench of sweet decay
banishing my love away"
But was there really any love there, or had it been drained and
washed away?
Pitter-patter down the stairs, searching for the next best heir,
but no one lived inside her kingdom who could take the crown
Just hollow shells once set aflame, and though there is no one to blame,
she loved them anyways and heard their desperate cries for help
The reaper stood there eerily, not once making a single peep
And then, the Queen confronted him,
“Helter Skelter, who are you?
Speak your name for further clues
Show me how to see the truth
which lies beyond this new horizon”
The Queen had lost her way again and death became her only friend
Would he send her soul into the light, or send her right to Hell?
Impaled with the intense desire to create a great empire,
she bartered with the strange man, seeing that he held such power
But suddenly, the King cried out,
“Nothing's really what it seems,
But so it is within your dreams
Your 'friends' stare at you silently
just sitting on your basement floor
Therefore, you have forsaken me
And pretty soon, you may be deemed
a headless sentiment of sorts
But for now, you win—Just move along
And if you must persist to sing your song,
don't dare to skip the chorus”
If only she'd remember the words, the Queen could find her purpose
As it flickers through an empty page, forgotten and alone, it cried,
“Won't you come and find me before you die?
I shall not hide or mask myself
I'm in your mind, where you can delve
into the crevice where I'm kept
and turn those flickers into stars”
Her heart still beat missing a piece and tattered lungs persist to breathe
As fate enchants enlightened beings, so shall the path of one such Queen
The Queen of Night, the Darkened One; Oh, reverend, come and bless this sun
Please, keep her rays still shining bright! Her head has been distorted and
her body left without a trace
In case you'd like to find it, then perhaps you should just turn the page
Release the darkness, my sad friend, for your blessings have only just began
to seep into your life
And the people all cried out,
“Oh, strife, please do be on your way!
Your breath leaves nothing but decay
and this girl is immortal
You cannot break these rusty chains
or enter through this empty vessel,
for the Queen shall rise again,
beseeching you with endless pain”
And finally, her King cried out,
“Control her, you shall not,
although you try to take her energy
You cannot erase this vital plot
Be gone, for you exist in vein!
You're nothing but a bloody stain
left on a clean white sheet”
But alas, she has been left with all these feelings and dismembered thoughts
Distraught and questioning what is real and what is not
“Look into your heart,” said they,
“Become one with this pain you feel
Search within your soul and find
the answers to your questions—
We'll help you find out what is true,
but the rest is up to you!
Soon, you will see better days
and find peace from your entrapment
Your heart will lift you up
unto the throne where you belong”
The Queen of Night shall see the light
and turn the page to the next phase
Life will become more than her pain
as she basks in the rays of the sun
About the Creator
Amy Sanginario
Aspiring writer, illustrator, and psychic with an affinity for poetry and horror. Many of my poems are done through automatic writing- A natural connection to the Divine Source of wisdom. Read with an open mind for best results 🔮✨
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