Hey, Queen clad in red and thorns,
Your beauty unquestioned, with subjects you are adorned,
I come for your hand, your grace is compelling,
Your voice is of welcome, your eyes always shining.
Yet you betray me with your distracting gaze,
Your embrace makes me bleed the hue of your name,
Why trick me when sincerity is my way,
Why make me weep and cry out in pain.
But pain is an old friend, your grace must realize,
And your rule a facade, just look at your subjects' eyes,
They adore you, they bow to you, but bound they are,
Not to you but your wealth and power immense.
None but me alone, am here for your warmth,
Yet you play games out of me for fun,
Kiss me to calm me yet draw my strength with your charm,
Cursed is your life, and wicked your ways I see,
You Lady of thorns.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC
Hey, Queen clad in red and thorns,
Your beauty unquestioned, with subjects you are adorned,
I come for your hand, your grace is compelling,
Your voice is of welcome, your eyes always shining.
Yet you betray me with your distracting gaze,
Your embrace makes me bleed the hue of your name,
Why trick me when sincerity is my way,
Why make me weep and cry out in pain.
But pain is an old friend, your grace must realize,
And your rule a facade, just look at your subjects' eyes,
They adore you, they bow to you, but bound they are,
Not to you but your wealth and power immense.
None but me alone, am here for your warmth,
Yet you play games out of me for fun,
Kiss me to calm me yet draw my strength with your charm,
Cursed is your life, and wicked your ways I see,
You Lady of thorns.
We all have been through heart breaks, but this poem is broader than that... I have tried keeping the theme open for many interpretations.
