The Queen of Swords

She rode in like a typhoon
Full of darkness and wild rage
But when I bent to help her dismount
I found that her feet were so tiny
That by closing my hand
I could make one disapear.
The moment gone
She met my eyes,
Hers were all thunder and strength
Mine were unspoken question.
And She said to me
With a voice like fire
"The Queen of Swords hobbled
Is Hope."
I think she laughed
And softened there
Before she turned away
Her sword ready.
I stood as if rooted
And shivered in the shadow
Of the creeping kind
Of Dread and Despair.
...... so thats why Hope was the last and worst
of the Curses of Pandora's Box!

Mon, February 12, 2007 - 7:32 AM