The Princess & The Knife Poem by Dante Rose

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 stomach of the cuckold she won’t release

A branded animal on her chains in phoney, false arrest
Undeterred by warnings given by his next of kin
Her words to ashes on the funeral pyre of a mind in need of rest
And beneath every velvet cushion lies a poison-tainted pin

“What on Earth is Love? ” The Princess asks the thief
Entranced like the congregation is by the charade
Deals are done 'neath iron gates whose respite is ever-brief
All thoughtful deeds are motive-bound, all feelings just façade.