- Non-Erotic Poetry
- When My Queen Died
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I came home to my castle
and my Queen was gone...
somebody broke in and
took my Queen away.
Her body so cold made me
feel a shiver inside...
and I cried out for vengeance
and somebody would pay.
I set a sum upon his head
a hundred thousand would do...
I wanted the killer alive
so I could have my way with him.
I wanted to quell the rage in
my soul and beating heart...
that filthy animal would pay, yes
he would never see freedom.
I didn't want his head in my hand,
I wanted to tear him apart...
I wanted to torture him within
the tiniest inch of his failing life.
As my castle grew dim in the
night I felt an emptiness inside.
Though the warmth of the fire
made me warm I couldn't feel alive...
I felt so empty and cold within
the day when my Queen died.
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