Eyes rimmed with gold and set in blue,
Saved from death by an old queen new,
Princess, princess, where are you?
Princess, princess, floating downstream,
Too weak, too tired, to swim or scream,
Discovered by a killer king plotting a scheme,
Princess, princess, floating downstream.
Princess, princess, trained murderer now,
Honed by your king into a maelstrom of power,
The princess is dead, you're not sure how,
Killer, killer, I am you now.
Killer, killer, your heart lives on,
He brought it out, but now he is gone,
Betrayed by your saviour, see what he's done,
Killer, killer, your heart must stay strong.
Slave, slave, barely alive,
Surely you'll perish by the grim reaper's scythe,
No-one listens or hears your cries,
Slave, slave, barely alive.
Lady, lady, pearl of the court,
A new king has summoned for you to be taught,
Play in his game until you are caught,
Lady, lady, flee from the court.
Ruler, monarch, you've had many names,
Princess, lady, killer, slave,
They have much power over you, you see,
Princess, lady, killer, queen.
In case you haven't realised (or haven't read the book), this is about Throne of Glass. This is the first draft. The idea for this came to me at 11pm last night, but at that point I was too tired to post. This is not the best poem I've written; it needs a lot of editing, although actually I quite like it.
The End,
In case you haven't realised (or haven't read the book), this is about Throne of Glass. This is the first draft. The idea for this came to me at 11pm last night, but at that point I was too tired to post. This is not the best poem I've written; it needs a lot of editing, although actually I quite like it.
The End,
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