There once was a Queen who ruled a magical land.
She reigned with an iron fist on a dainty hand.
This Queen was much too mean with servants so humble
who kissed her feet while she only would grumble.
“I’ve had enough!” She said, her fists in the air,
her eyes of wicked flame, snakes in her hair!
What made this great Queen so wicked and bitter?
They all knew what made her skin shiver.
With looks of a tainted angel, this Queen was so mad.
There was no joy in her kingdom to be had.
T’was the doings of a man that made her this way
the Queen learned the hard way how evil they play.
How they twist, choke, slaughter and destroy a whole heart,
only after making art and breaking her apart.
So, in rage, this Queen commanded:
“Bring me the man who caused my pain!” She demanded.
As they brought him to her, she cackled with delight.
They all would witness an awful sight!
Everyone knew he’d wind up dead.
“The blade!” She screamed. “Now sever his head!”
And with that, the blade fell with a sudden: WHACK!
And with a satisfied grin, the Queen wore black.
Definitely a favourite of mine. When I wrote it, I was thinking of a male in particular. But I wanted to move away from the traditional "I hate men" contemporary poetry. So instead, the poem is to show how a woman would really love to get back at someone who hurt her, and how she could if she were a queen.
P.S. Also went with a grim Doctor-Sues, creepy nursery rhyme type of theme. Let me know what you think! I love feedback.
P.S.S. I don't usually like rhyming, so feel free to message me and let me know if there are any other substitute words I could use to change things up. Thank you!