Dark Muse
03-28-2009, 12:01 PM
The Child Queen
Painted up pretty,
powdered as porcelain
with a cherry-red smile
drawn on pursed lips.
Eyes outlined, stuffed
and fluffed, laced up
tight in all the finery,
dangled in gold, pearls
and gems.
Primped and preened,
hair done up in the
latest fashions,
shoes to match
every outfit.
Never expected to
raise a hand, fed
on sweets and delicacy,
treated as trophy,
used to breed heirs,
robbed of child's games.
Poor french doll
isolated from family,
no true friends,
not yet even twenty.
A nation laid before
her feet, treated as
a toy, just trying
to find a place,
while feeling icy stares.
Envious ladies of court
spitting fire, innocence
destroyed, created
into something mechanical.
And when the sky began
to fall, and blood flowed
through the streets
she was thrust before
as their sacrifice.
Ripped apart, torn
to shreds, her pretty
decorated head set
to rolling, destroyed
by her makers.
Painted up pretty,
powdered as porcelain
with a cherry-red smile
drawn on pursed lips.
Eyes outlined, stuffed
and fluffed, laced up
tight in all the finery,
dangled in gold, pearls
and gems.
Primped and preened,
hair done up in the
latest fashions,
shoes to match
every outfit.
Never expected to
raise a hand, fed
on sweets and delicacy,
treated as trophy,
used to breed heirs,
robbed of child's games.
Poor french doll
isolated from family,
no true friends,
not yet even twenty.
A nation laid before
her feet, treated as
a toy, just trying
to find a place,
while feeling icy stares.
Envious ladies of court
spitting fire, innocence
destroyed, created
into something mechanical.
And when the sky began
to fall, and blood flowed
through the streets
she was thrust before
as their sacrifice.
Ripped apart, torn
to shreds, her pretty
decorated head set
to rolling, destroyed
by her makers.