i come from a long line of muses.
beauty contests won by bribery
and bravery. i was taught that the
way to a man’s heart is through
the ******* ribcage. there is no time
to play house. the daughter of dimitra,
i’ll take a pomegranate martini and
6 months in hell. you said you had a
nightmare that i would **** you in your
sleep. my darling, i only want to make
your dreams come true.

The mad king is dead
The cruel king has passed away
Stand for the new queen
The merciful and mighty queen
" My people a new beginning awaits us
No more suffering
No more hunger
I will unchain the slaves
I will feed the poor
I will rule the kingdom with wisdom and justice
I will hang the murderers
I will imprison the thieves
I will chop the **** of every *****
The king wasted our money and fortune
Sold out our fields and women to the enemy
But we will take back what is ours
With fire and blood if needed
But now bring the food and play the music!!
Let's party!!
And **** the king"

A heart that loves beyond all doubt,
A symbol of what life’s about,
You are the better half of me,
The proof that we were meant to be.

A saviour in my darkest day,
A soul to help me on my way,
You are my angel in the night,
Forever guiding with your light.

A warm embrace to end each day,
A kiss to hold the pain at bay,
You are all I could ever need,
The suture to the ink I bleed.

A seed grown from the wars of love,
A sacred gift sent from above,
You are my precious Tudor rose,
How I deserve you no one knows.

The old monk
limps into Vespers,

his black robes hang
to one side

like an old ship's sails
blown in a harsh wind.

I inhale the smell
of fresh baked bread

and stale bricks
in the afternoon cloister;

she had kissed me
and opened up

like a young blossom
in sharp Spring.

Dom Charles,
bespectacled,

reads from the life
of Mary Tudor,

as the monks ate
in the refectory;

queen's tale
and ****** story.

You are as tender as a tudor rose at sunsets goodbyes
you are my blushing beauty with crimson hues
and as night falls all around us
you transform to match the complexion of the moon

Your companionship is a blessing heaven sent
all my admiration and dedication is to you
if I ever wrong you,may I be cast to the gates of hell
for I follow your mission to our great ambitions

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Little girl, little girl,
crying in the middle of the night
as she tries to escape
from what's inside her mind.

Monsters clinging, clutching
her soul, dragging
memories she longed
to forget

And a girl so lost
a long  time ago
that no one searched
for her,

So perhaps
She's lost her mind,
but I think she's
just lost inside