The queen.

the queen stared down into the village,
her heart was burning from sorrow,
this was the long way down.

she held out her hand,
‘i won’t let him down’ she chanted,
but the devil was never a fair player.

she screamed in despair,
the world was never fair,
and this was the long way down.

she ran through the woods
the scent of booze faint on her lips
and the drops of blood painting her nails.

this was her city of wonder,
yet somehow she was never in control.
she was the queen but made to be court jester.

she was a child with a dream,
then a child with a demon,
and now she is the demon.

she stares at her death bed,
the feeling of defeat has caught up,
and this was the long way down.

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