Queen Of Pain Poem by The First Shrike

Cry To Me


Please of you
I so do ask
dont scream
nor yell
my soul
must pass

The things
that you do
of those
whom I care

Dont thee dare

What is it
that I must
so take
of love
to the end
twine souls
can make

You are suppose
to care
no end

If only he
could
understand why
her pain and sorrow
would pass
to the bye

Blood is Blood
when only a Child
no excuse
to this
you have done
to this Child


I at four would like to walk


I at four would like to talk

Therefore
he can not
escape you

Unto you
deprive this
soul of
all that is good
not for you any more

I have so taken
all that you have
thrown

Yet if you continue
your throne
I will have do
right by the
Child

Whom cannot
fight for them
selves