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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...

By Amy SanginarioPublished 5 years ago 3 min read
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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

surreal poetry
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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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