Queen Of The Damned

The Queen Of The Damned meets a boy
of ordinary heart and mind,
a commoner in her Queendom
but not a follower in her midst


He is ordinary and yet not so
He pokes fun at her vestigial, royal robe
Audaciously, he laughs, at her airs

"You silly boy, how dare you laugh at me" cries she
and he chuckles yet more
which to her, only adds to his allure


"You are but a mere mortal, I am but a Queen,
not just any Queen at that; 
behold, I am the Queen Of The Damned,
you should be trembling at my feet"


This boy 
looks at her with what seems to be a mix of ridicule
and pity,
shaking his head ambiguously 


Frustration mounts,
this is not just any slight
This is a hand whipped across her face,
a grave misdeed


Yet her heart craves
sight of his dark handsome face
No executions, emasculations, fabulations for he


"Why do you not prostate at my feet,
singing gloomy verse
about my generosity,
I have spared you your life,
your life is bound to me"


He pays her no heed,
deaf ears impede her cries
When he does speak,


"Beneath each mask lies another in it's wake
One lies on top of the other creating castles of deceit
On one side lies victory
On the other; defeat
There are no in betweens"


She feels vaguely lost,
like in a dense forest
Stuck in a realm without a name,
without Titles,
without Lordship


"Whatever do you mean?" she replies finally


"You are the Queen,
Queen Of The Damned,
and while you have claimed my life
to belong to thee,
my soul you cannot possess 
My soul belongs to me"


(November 2011)