Queen of buzzards

Inside the wicked wood there dwells
a lady with a crown
her crown is laced with many feathers
from the buzzards she was found
though no one knows how she lives
or how she has come to stay
they know she has much beauty
and no mercy for her prey
if you cause the forest pain
the reaper she will be
for she protects the forest
no matter who will bleed
and once your body lay motionless
and your heart no longer sings
she throws you to the buzzards
because to them she is their queen.

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Poems with a story are always fun, and I love to add a wicked twist along with the topic of nature.