Kaikeyi’s rant
Fourteen years: a slew of curses, a stretched silence
Five thousand hundred and ten, days of acid scorn
Shunned, as night slips into strained day
I, too, am the queen mother.
Wife- mother- widow- witch,
the mirrors jeer, echo
a harsh banshee wail, destiny’s words
I, too, am the queen mother
a quagmire of my own design
abuse and hate my crown of thorns
the acrid flame that purified molten gold
the weathered stone it was beaten fine on
I, too, am the queen mother.
Monday, October 01, 2007
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- austere
- Moody Libran. Not very social, cant stand pfaff but you wouldnt know it; Would you care for a nice cup of tea, deah?