Saturday, 27 April 2013


A queen has made her home
In my ruins
Sat on her throne she looks to me
In the shadows
Eyes burning
Alive with all the quiet things
She dares me to ask
Yet acknowledges I will not say
She picks her battles well
Where as I
I have kept my enemies closer
To retreat until I am safe
At a distance
Cast out in to the remote edges
Where my will
Can no longer be heard.

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