After glow of writing
Is there nothing like it

Pen jabs my hand
Splits my skin
Spills my blood
Red stuff of life

Fascinates so gruesomely
Don’t understand why
Don’t question
The laws of this world
It will always rule

She is no Louis the Fourteenth
She is no Napoleon
She is no Stalin
She is no Nero

She will always be
Accept it
Move on
To the words

A mere “l” separates the two
For a reason
The reason of power
The two have it

No one else does.