Must Read Poetry (Please comment)

[ScarletIvyAngel]

From the moment I laid eyes on you, the queen inside me has been haunting my steps. I thought she was dead, but the deep seeded desire I feel now can only be her witchcraft and trickery at work. Your queen is fiercely struggling to get free, and run to you. Free from the fetters and chains I put her in when I left her for dead, so many years ago. The shackles that mar her hands and feet, were meant to accompany on her way to hell. Her face is dirty from crying and she smells like ashes, but the hope in her heart that was ignited by you is keeping her alive.

I hate her. She pollutes my mind. She poisons my sleep with her dreams. Dreams of a king. Not a listless fool, but a wise man who is amused to love with a love that goes as deep as the darkness of night and burns as pure as the fiery stars in the heavens. I tried to tell her that there is no such man. Every one knows chivalry is dead. She barks back “No it’s not!” and then she whispers, “It’s just locked in the federal penitentiary.” I hate her.

She is like the great queen of England. The wife of Henry the Eighth, my great grandfather, who beheaded his wife because she could not bare him son’s, though it was he that could not give them. She is already condemned to death. A dead queen, fierce, and beautiful as the sun, shackled up inside me, just waiting to die, waiting to live...waiting for you.

I had a plan, it was all to perfect. Just don’t love, I said to myself. That foolish imp, all she knows is love. Without it, she’ll surely die. I thought that after all this time, she must be dead. I marveled at my own magnificence, believing that I had killed her with my clever tactics... Then you came along and started to feed her with hope. You presumptuous cad. What have you done?! Don’t you realize, that the wounded animal you are feeding is bound to me, and I to her? If she gets her strength back, and tries to go to you, and you’re not there?? She’ll turn on me and tear me apart.

I hope you know what you are doing. She’s already gained the strength to speak, and she told me to tell you that she loves you and she’s awaiting your homecoming.

Writen by, Kristine Conde

to my lover locked away

[Alliosonsmom511]

Jun. 6, 2007 at 12:02 PM That was really good... I liked that and it does make perfect sense...