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Witch Queen

- Witch Queen -
Based on some of my past-life memories…

Let me tell you a tale of another age,
When wicked giants filled with rage…
Met the steel of knights of noble birth!
I was a queen of much honored worth,
My gowns of red silk, my hair black…
And of feminine charms, I did not lack.
No king had I, my throne was lonely…
Though many sought passion’s honey,
In my bed, and many lovers were mine.
Some called me harlot in that past time!
But I was seeking love, my soul pining,
Whilst on lust my flesh was so dining…
My cup sipped oft by princely tongues.
I had many daughters and many sons,
Each one called a bastard or a bitch…
By my enemies who called me: witch.
Nobles schemed to remove my power,
But a witch’s will must have its’ hour…
And each noble who did wickedly plot:
Was brought low, my hot enmity begot.
Their skulls were sat before my seat…
And I crushed them, beneath my feet!
They called me whore, called me fiend,
Now where were they all, to be seen?
My knights found every traitorous cad,
And soon they said the queen was mad.
Once joyful dances in the opulent halls,
Made glad all within my castle’s walls…
When did screaming replace laughter?
My children wept, their lives a disaster.
All I wanted was to protect them true,
And to find love before life was through.
Now I was hated, despised and feared,
And my lovers were not filled with fear.
So I slept alone, and wept in the night,
Whilst my gardens became but a blight!
All around me, my kingdom was falling,
Whilst beyond, I heard a voice calling…
And so one day I rode out of the gate.
I left behind my kingdom fallen to hate,
For someone waited for me in a tower.
In the mountains, both grim and dour…
Which the people I had ruled besieged,
To take me back from where I did flee.
I had found my soul mate, another maid,
And for my time with her, I then paid…
For they made me watch her execution!
I wept rivers wet with blood’s pollution.
They then called me degenerate, base…
Spat on me, tore at my clothes and face.
I was violated, tortured, and dragged…
Before my enemies who then bragged,
How they took my lands in my absence.
Gone were: my gardens’ rosy fragrance,
The flowerbeds were covered in blood.
I cried for them, my tears made a flood,
Upon the floor where my children lay…
Each one slain cruelly: in the light of day.
How did this rebellion come to even be?
My knights were disloyal, betrayed me.
Each one took his turn in my shaming…
Then I was manacled to a stake, flaming.
Mercifully, a sword pierced my breast,
Saving me from burning alive, at best…
And so the witch queen’s reign ended.
I and my children died, our land bent…
As, the flames consumed us, hell-sent.
I would return, to search for love anew,
But that memory was too awful to undo.
It haunts me sometimes when I feel hurt,
And in those moments I long for comfort.
Written by Kou_Indigo (Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton)
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