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Tell me, have you ever heard
The tragic tale of the White Queen?
How long has it been
Since the ice cold kingdom lost her?
Nobody knows, though forever still it snows
A sign that she still lives, no sign that her life froze.
Yet she is missing, isn’t she?
What about the King, how can he leave this matter be?
He is no King, not without She who wears his matching ring.
Without She there are only tears, without She there is only pain he cannot bear.
Then, why does he not search?
If she is so important to he, why give up on her?
The White Queen is bound to none
Even if to him She was the one.
He knows this, and that his time with Her was but a fleeting dream
From which only the kiss of death will end his anguish.
Then love is ephemeral, yes?
That is to be learned from this?
Only the young would be so foolish,
Only the young would not see that that is amiss.
Love is eternal, in your heart, in your dreams
And forever in your memories, a part of you, always.
Love is but a waste only when forgotten.
I do not understand.
Who would go to such lengths, to ultimately feel pain?
You’re young, and one day you will realise
The beauty She sees with Her eyes
And you’ll see that you can only be
King for Her, and Her only.
The tragic tale of the White Queen?
How long has it been
Since the ice cold kingdom lost her?
Nobody knows, though forever still it snows
A sign that she still lives, no sign that her life froze.
Yet she is missing, isn’t she?
What about the King, how can he leave this matter be?
He is no King, not without She who wears his matching ring.
Without She there are only tears, without She there is only pain he cannot bear.
Then, why does he not search?
If she is so important to he, why give up on her?
The White Queen is bound to none
Even if to him She was the one.
He knows this, and that his time with Her was but a fleeting dream
From which only the kiss of death will end his anguish.
Then love is ephemeral, yes?
That is to be learned from this?
Only the young would be so foolish,
Only the young would not see that that is amiss.
Love is eternal, in your heart, in your dreams
And forever in your memories, a part of you, always.
Love is but a waste only when forgotten.
I do not understand.
Who would go to such lengths, to ultimately feel pain?
You’re young, and one day you will realise
The beauty She sees with Her eyes
And you’ll see that you can only be
King for Her, and Her only.
Literature
cycle.
(birth.)
i walk home, crisp shoelaces, bloodied nose
middle of autumn, frothing at the mouth
kids took summer skin too far, brought on apocalypse
i tell myself it will be over soon, wintertime freckles
will be here
incensed
(childhood.)
stove milk and delicate murmurs
the technicolor alphabet teaches itself
purple bowls with animal faces
hospital bracelets around tiny wrists
won’t come loose
mama
(adolescence.)
the clouds are gasoline, wisps of gin, addicted
there is vomit on the floor, new candy sores
sky is burning, orange with hungry flame, vying
i don’t know who to talk to, crying
let me go
alive
(adulthood.)
doctor
Literature
Somnium
I hadn't slept for three days. I could hear colours; blues whispered in my ears, tales of melancholy. I sat curled in that red walled room as the moon watched in; his eye golden, round, like low hung fruit. It felt so easy to reach, to pluck out of the sky shards of dew, to hold my hands up against the warming sun, to drink that milky inner city fog and to pretend pretend that I could dream in four dimensions.
Literature
Fortune-getter.
I will write my own palm.
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The white queen of winter, from Nox Arcana's Winter's Eve. Beautiful.