a swinging ego comes unhinged
it tis the doom that brings her forth
a Vixen vying for attention
bold and unyielding
she commands a room
the cold proceeds her presence
eyes flash steel
razor sharp crimson nails cut
my thoughts are captive
observing only what she allows
it is with resignation I wait
for the Mistress of the place to get bored
I’m only human after all
she considers herself better than this place
only coming to spy on her lover
who leaves her jilted in another realm
my soul calls the Father and he requests she be on her way
her protest is interesting to me
with a sacred vow she claims to desire only a view
wrestling with her anger I evict her
she comes and goes at will
messing with my timeline
altering the course I’m on
now I have the attention of the others
beings of spite
part of a collective mind
no one can deny her she is a Queen
in the dark I weep
their combined chatter confuses me
with a powerful mind I quiet my thoughts
then lock them out
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian thank you graciously I do enjoy fantasy ❤️