Ill: Meero


OH, QUEEN

Oh, Queen
the terror of Your presence
in my dreamt-up alliance
to the death
My mind filled with desire
in every whispered word
Disquised
poetic
Like a raven crow

Oh, Queen
this kindness
to what purpose
with evil standing round us
like a wall
Say...why be nice
would a matchstick keep us warm
when it feels like
winter never fall

Oh, Queen
lead me to find answers
I know what I must
and what I must not do
Even when
crawling for release
Shall I fall
to the level of the beast

Oh, Queen
the wip is whining
people crying
Your presence is
an open Artic bath
that only a polarbearpoet
could survive
So give me the headshot
You say I am deserving




Poetry by PapaFahr The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-11-09 at 14:47

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
oh, queen, spare the polarbearpoet of the headshotówe need him, he is one of the sane ones.

(i curtsey and retreat)
2022-11-10