OUR QUEEN, OUR DEATH

By Joshua Parish

She descends the dark stoned dias

Kneel before her, men bowed pious

In colors of one’s blood and passion

Draped in garb, shows primal fashion

Strips of crimson wrap around

Barely cover hills and mound

From head with heart shaped face

Flow tresses that the ground gives chase

Straight as iron pounded sword

Falls in waves, sways like chords

Trails behind forming rivers

So black it would give you shivers

Eyes complex, not just balls

Specked with ebon like castle halls

Clear and bright like glass of mirror

Shows to world, she a seer

Red of blush encircled dark

Leave on every soul a mark

Skin that laid bare gainst alabaster

Draws men closer, so much faster

Pale of former, but much more soft

Makes one want to touch it oft

Head to toe in same fashion

Scented to bring men to passion

The queen steps away from stepped pew

Walks among the humbled few

Gathered bout upon stone floor

Frozen still from out to core

Cold as death, which they know

For with him they did go

She stands by those pillars

Once of warm flesh, life’s tillers

Once she fell in sleep like they

Never see the light of day

Struck dumb by holy one

With him stood, then did shun

The queen revealed, a deity

Held to flesh by impiety

Stuck in prison then in sleep

So no more pain could she reap

Pain caused to servants of He

He that came before all that be

The one who stood when all were not

Before our wars were real or fought

Then created all existence

None to be a chore or resistance

Then when al were there and nature set

To start all things he then let

When the worlds were in full growth

There were born some who took an oat

The oath of power like unto His

Stronger than mere mortal jizz

But still not as full in might

As the father of the light

The oath was made at man’s request

To love, to lead men lest

They fall into chaos and war between

That is why they begged a queen

But their god their appeal receded

They listened not and so He conceded

Thus, she, queen of our tale

In one thing she did fail

She fell away from His decree

And took all things that she did see

To sadden men, He interceded not

But left the world to their lot

Heroes rose to slay the queen

They fell and never again were seen

Priests went to, to stop her power

Eventually they were brought to cower

It was child born of purest love

That cast to sleep with voice of dove

For centuries the queen lay silent

Then men again interest unrelent

Forgot the god who gave them life

And thought to awaken bringer of strife

They went to chamber wherein slept

They went, casting spells, courage leapt

Then when final chord was struck

They replaced her sleep, to their unluck

Thus she lives, she rose again

And looks at world like blackest wren

Destruction come from dark abyss

The lesson taught, the world did miss

There is but one to be worshipped

Not of flesh, nor of gold, nor thing sipped

Now the world will fall away

And only one thing can man say

A chance was given of we

But we fell for false beauty