Lady's Of Martyr Poem by Kristina Gonzalez

The Queen of loneliness has returned
she strikes with all her might
her hearts been torn apart
and she comes with a loaded gun
the war has just begun.

My mistress of sorrow has arrived
her face so hollow and dark
her long hair is a veil to hide her flaming eyes
she holds a bloody head with a wounded right hand.
Oh, don’t look at her crimson throat.

The Lover of despair dances around with a blood stained dress filled with cobwebs
Her mop like hair fly’s just like a witches main
The songs that pour from her sown half opened mouth
drowns them whole.

They all join with wounded hearts
they sing along to her darkest of rhymes
all have one thing in common
they sill bleed from the wounds
Stricken with pain of horror
when their hearts where shattered,
stepped on and scattered.

They are one
sisters of the same tattered heart.
I am them, they are me and they came to make me see
hope is lost and what remains is only but
Loneliness, Sorrow and Despair
All in which will give me comfort.

My eyes sting from all the crying
My voice is hoarse
and my lungs are failing

The Queen of Loneliness returns with her companions of old,
singing the same wicked song.
The parade of fools has begun to celebrate what was surely lost
but there again reborn in a new hunting form.

I dance around hand in hand with the Lady’s of Martyr
singing along to their wicked morns.