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Never have I ever been chosen
such picking petals: loves-me-not,
always ending up even;
ironic for someone who's odd

He’s so good at convincing people
how unfair to believe thy words-so-simple
“Mr. So-pure” forbade to touch
by min fingertips that bring grudge.

Proud of his ignorance,
seems like cause of my arrogance.
While his burden fell into quiescence
yet I hear it, so loud.

Those who are deaf will never get my nerve.
'Cause no one can, no one ever did.
One shall pick the dagger over me,
Not to be the hero but my enemy.
You were asking me to lead
Someone at my level I match wits
And I doubt — it was peculiar
That yought suitor eminently decodes a liar
’Cause there is no amount of time to tell
What makes it desperately disparate?
***** hush-hush, lad has no regret
Such insult to the phantom you won’t get.

Just to feel the freedom — I must exist
When everyone's deeply in love
While I’m deeply indifferent
Perhaps, I abated my level
Through the braids of disenchantment
To the slave of obscurity
Finally... the lingering sparks flew away
And now you are asking me to leave.
Fheyra May 2020
This lamb now caged with lions;
Soon to ride with horses
Face my subjects,—
With an overwritten expression,
Cursed by ballyhoos of vultures.

What a lampoon to be drawn in humanity,—
As they pass to my sight,—
Praying for confession— For a blessing of a new fashion,
May the tomb be the veil of thy busts
Beating drums, I shalt not stagger.

On this stage,— I untied my cloth,
Withstand the shaken land,
I hear the wailing of the sand
Mary whines blood this end..
Her Son's sleigh sweeping me..
Thy queen shalt flood— her fabric traught's pile.

I knelt on the ground,—
People whimpered with no sound
—"Be tamed Black Stalwart, for thou
     art forgiven."
To here falls the dillydoun's saw...

     "The raging agony and weight of
       strife,— May I beseech for Mercy!
       God, save this ****** ghost!—
       Never wilt I feel the land again...
       Light, hoise me up,—when my face
       sheds.."

'Whence the uproar sham this throne blown!'
(THUD)
The queen was beheaded on her execution. She was firm in fright, even if she saw her husband with his mistress. She wanted her death to be the omen or the knelling conscience of their treachery.

Remember from "Gossip threats", when rumors circulated of her cheating, that time, she encountered her former lover. It was also the time that the king was plotting for her condemnation with the use of that man. Then from "The **** of Thrones", she met that man again, that concluded her horrific fate.

— The End —