The Red Queen

Dressed in grey the sky is sulking
washing colours into gutters
Darkness creeps like oil through veins
dripping as Despair dissects her
injecting poison mixed with pain
into old uncovered wounds
Hungry beasts open her heart
beating under a full moon.
Parasites cling to their host
Warmth and love are still rejected.
Alone she fights til she is drained.
The battle won, the Queen respected.

D.Hinson

Author's Note

A dark one for 'twisted thoughts' contest