Lie, My Queen.

She speaks the softest lies.

Lie, my Queen, tell me lies.

Tell me lies so I might

Sleep soundly tonight

And fend off

With your beauty

The scarred faces

That haunt

My nightmares.

Lie, tell me that I can fit

Inside a knights chainmail.

Tell me that I'm okay,

That I'm not just another mind

Who's gone

Just a little bit mad.

Who knows

Just a little bit too much.

Lie, tell me that

The love,

The hope,

The life,

I see in my sleep

Will never be real,

Will never be mine.

Of angels and butterflies,

You spoke the softest lies.

So lie, my Queen, tell me lies.

Author's Note

Don't lie to me.

Reviews

[Confuser]

I love the vulnerability portrayed in the "king?" - it was quite nice to read and feel the emotions. I quite enjoyed it. Thank you.

[Kennedy Taylor]

Thank you for your review! In all honesty I never really decided who the speaker in this poem was. To me he was the king, but I didn't want to impose a certain view onto the reader.

[Confuser]

Gotcha.........that's probably good.

[Solitary_Streets]

Very good piece of poetry man, the imagination and message you conceive from it is something people, artists, and writers need.