Poems from 2019: ‘She will be your end…’

She rose.

Blood on her lip.

Grass in her hair.

Flames in her eyes.

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“You tried to leave me behind.

You tried to make me forget.

But, look closer and you’ll see:

We aren’t finished yet.

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You stole my crown.

You tore my gown.

You turned me into a jester, a clown.

You took me to the sea just to see me drown.

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But you don’t see the big picture.

You can’t take what is already yours,

And I was always to be your end.

I will break your kingdoms down.”

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She is power.

Pure energy and chaos and light and strength.

You are powerless against her.

And you marked her as an enemy.