Dante Rose

Rookie (23/01/1990 / London, England)

The Princess & The Knife

An incandescent spirit and a tongue as sharp as winter’s scent
A lurid, lingering grudge will freeze long after the hell it awoke
Hiding behind her musical smile, a mind unable to repent
For ferocity this vain tastes like a dagger in the throat

“FIRE ON THE BRIDGE! ” the Watchman shouts, for the third time in his life
The castle’s blaze awakes the night that had glistened and slept in peace
The ships come in with majesty and power and the princess twists the knife
Deep within the naked

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