“I want his head”
said the one queen
“I want his peace”
said the other queen
the one queen was the main queen
the other queen was the worse queen
a sort of balance—perhaps
but the main queen feared the other queen
and made things nearly intolerable
the one with the head and the peace used light
to lighten and enlighten the halls and caverns
the queens would dine and create multi-layered wounds
sent forth on the backs of slaves; delivered with recordings of their collective cackle
electric and blue with corrupted justice and sharpened inequities
the peace and the head were tortured in their battles
and singularly viewed as foolish as a sun in a meadow
“I want his head”
said the one queen
“I want his peace”
said the other queen
and so to the dungeon he was sent
deep and dark to sort it out
easy to keep the peace, but easy to lose a head
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3 comments:
Interesting, and probably apropos to something, real or imagined.
Chilling.
Off with both their heads!
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