When the Queen falls

A thorn on my side

The wind stole my flames that day
When failure tainted my name gray.
My pyre, lighted by sweat and blood,
Extinguished at the hands of cruel fate.
Tears and ashes, an asphaltic dull hue
Knew the sad taste of my broken dreams.
Years of hard work and avid dedication
Yet the grand finale unveils my ruination.

Errors I have made and oaths, forgotten
There were moments I leisured and lazed
There were moments I worked and wished
In the end, I relied on my non existent luck.
Methinks, glowing embers are dead fireflies,
Whose soulless souls still had hopes of light.
Even fate couldn't dwindle their fantasies and-
Death couldn't harness their tangerine gleam.

Sometimes I fell into my purple doom
When all I could feel is my violet gloom
At times I discovered deep depths of indigo.
In the darkness of my shame, I screamed-
So hard that my throat bled inhuman cries
Others thought failure messed my sanity
But it was my wild anthem of rebellion-
The battle cry, before the war restarted.

Destiny had always been my nemesis
It broke my swords and bent my arrows
It doubled my pain and fear of defeat
But I'll wear my losses as my war paint
These painful memories will oil my gears
But even after I have walked those miles
Even after I have dried those tears long ago,
My losses will always be a thorn on my side.