The Queen's Dagger

Rookie (July 31 1997 / Vermont)

The Queen's Dagger - Poem by The Queen's Dagger

The knife sinks deep
into his chest.
White-hot crimson
flows like a waterfall.
He has yet to grimace,
the cruel smile
still painted on his face.

I was his puppet,
he was my master.
Stone cold,
living only for disaster.

But there was something
that he'd overlooked...

Ever since I was born,
I've been holding a dagger.
I was a porcelain princess,
unaware of my power.
Darkness consumed me,
until I had no choice.

The flames rose
and down I fell,
into his belly, the hungry
Dragon.

Inside there lived a subdued Queen,
drugged and broken.
I befriend her,
she befriends me.
She hands me a gift,
telling me she's
been saving it for me.

I accept the gift
wrapped in flowing bright satin;
it was a dagger.

Only then did I fully realize
that this Queen
is me.


Comments about The Queen's Dagger by The Queen's Dagger

  • Maryelle Anthony (1/27/2013 10:07:00 AM)


    I was a puppet he was my master is my fav part, but the way the story changes in the end is also great. (Report) Reply

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  • Gajanan Mishra (1/23/2013 9:09:00 PM)


    This queen is me. Wonderful. I like it.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013



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