A poetic beginning and foreshadowing for my new project, on The Queen Of Hearts TM
There is a passageway
A dusk before the day
And if you stray, you will pay
Here is the truth, gritty and real
The Queen of Hearts
Has a heart made out of steel
This is it
All who grip?
Won’t find anything to hold
Her love has grown old
Withered
Weary
How?
It gets scary
Why?
She has been shot so many times
By the arrow of life
Metal shards have taken residence in her heart
Fight or flight
They cover her like armour
And protect her from the Blight
They also keep her in the darks of night
The Queen of Hearts is angry
A girl on a fire
We cannot assume she’ll tell the true truth
For she is a liar
But, before you, words to bequeath; the part of she
That she shall never show
The side iced over and covered in snow
Heart Land so cold
With no one to hold
Innocence a graveyard
For her to mourn
Ripped to pieces
Rest in peace
Pieces
The queen of hearts heart is now torn
The past is branded into her back
Her toughest enemy is in the mirror
Would you look at that?
Now it’s not all vampires and ghouls
There are also magicians and fools
And she shall have more soul
For the battles she’s faced
Only, the Queen of Hearts feels a little misplaced
She came here to shine some light on history
How good intentions bring misery is a mystery
To the Rueful Red Queen
Jagged puzzle pieces of sunrise
And sunset
Which side
To choose
We cannot know yet
Both powerful
Both thine
To carry on brooding in the darkness
Or let her light shine?
~* Heart Land *~
‘Hold your heart with only two hands, innocence and common sense’ – Wonderland Proverb
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