She's not a fairytale princess
from the books.
A ring of raven thorns
circle 'round her head,
edges as sharp as her mind.
Dress made of moonlight,
billowing down
her body that has built and destroyed dynasties.
History is carved into each scar she wears,
ink runs through her veins.
Her lips are painted
with the rich scarlet
of the blood she has spilled.
Her eyes burn
with passion and intensity,
stronger than an inferno.
Each step she takes
radiates power and beauty,
unparalleled.
She's no princess-
she is a queen.
*DEDICATED TO -kickapow *
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PoetryThe words that die on my tongue bloom on paper. My mind is the quill, and my tears are the ink. ABSOLUTELY AMAZING COVER ART BELONGS TO: @Sarahishamiltontrash
