a killing blow after spring solstice

is there ever someone to kill

someone to point the gun at

the heart at

the stare at

a soul to carve out of flat ice

a soul to know compromise and to promise demise

the voice tells me that 

"on our kingdom it is sin for sin

unless there's a queen for each king"

And I weep
Because she's been staring at me for a while and

My heart bleeds

Because soon, she says

"I shall reap of the seed I've planted on the blood stained snow"

She speaks of a recurring dream

As she pierces my shield with those eyes

And lacerates my flesh with those claws

And all bleeds

All rightfully bleeds

To water the garden of the Deceiver

Author's Note

possibly related http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Meethaphore/1674954/

Reviews

[Em Frood]

This is a wonderful piece of writing, love it.

[winter;lyra]

Thank you c':