The Queen's Bedtime

I live deep inside your grace

Between your heart and mind

It's a warm and colorful place

Home to your soul that is kind

I came from the frigid lands

where I buried many by my hands

A past that until now commands

For flesh and blood it demands

Atop altars of hellish bonfires

For the lives taken due to desires

I exist only to serve you my queen

My oath to you I wear as my skin

It's my mask and invincible armor

As your word is breath and more

Our bond is my reason for living

The path to a future of forgiving

That will spark my heart of coal

Fueling ember into a fiery goal

Shielding you from tragedy's knife

And aiding you sleep freely in life

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In the bus / Thursday

20-03-2014 / 5:45 pm