Evil Queen
by
Aaron Wiegert


The Brothel

A candle dances down a dark hall
As the brute of Her forces
Lower their shoulders

The door crashes to reveal
The Boy reaping his "Reward
For loyal service in the Royal Chambers"
(As the Queen's messenger proclaimed)

His body still
Bare before the guards
And his head fell to darkness
Under the weight of Her scepter.


Poetry

Budget Press Home