by Moon Fae
A poem about a dark queen
They all bow to the dark queen as she enters the room,
The most beautiful you've seen with a cold stare of doom.
Long robes of black silk and roses that are blood red,
Soft skin white as milk and amber eyes filled with dread.
She sits on her throne made of skulls long ago.
A staff with a stone with a ghostly colored glow.
They say you'll be cursed if you get on her bad side,
The nightmares are the worst, you would have rather died.
She has a tattoo of a snake, much like a python,
There have been a few that say this queen changes form at dawn.
A frightening sight of scales and razor sharp teeth
Everyone that contends fails, now in the ground beneath.