The Red Queen
sits on her throne
off with their heads
she’s all alone
in the garden of white roses
she is off to paint the roses red
her executioners sword always sharp
she is a siren who plays the harp
power corrupts but no one makes a mark
on her cruel and thankless heart
it is a jewel which beats in her chest
cold jewel of ruby red
because her mother liked her other sister the best.
by Dan Hooks AKA Alienpoet