Playing Hearts For Blood (The Blood Queen) Poem by Kayanja Ronald Edwin

Standing, leaning on her back
Against a wooden doorframe
A compounding complexion
White dress, linen
Long red hair, glowing
Smiling cordially, so inviting
Salacious stare, sideways
Dazzlingly beautiful, an angel may be

Head a little high, tilted slightly
Grinning, just enough
Standing straight, feet apart
Hands in the pockets
An intense stare, but soft
Two beings, a world alone
Engulfed in bright light
Falling hard, his innocent heart

Delighted, he is teased to play
A gambler burning to win
Boiling, his blood under the skin
Playing, hearts for hearts,
A princess for a knight
Bidding his heart for hers
The loser's game of death
Playing hearts for blood

Drip! Drip! A pool
A metallic scent, iron like
A hazy vision, a peaking nightmare
A long loud yell, a dying soul
Happy once, but only for a day
A burning candle losing its flame
Soaked in his own blood
Hanging loose, a scooped heart

An angel with a red shadow
A white dress with a red lining
Hearty smiles, so malicious
Warm embraces, so intoxicating
The blood queen of illusions
Drowning souls in her pools of desire
Scooping hearts at their peaks of pleasure
Playing hearts for blood