Treasure Island

The Queen's Dagger

(July 31 1997 / Vermont)

Cycle of Dreams


What has happened?
Revolutionary turns to normal
The Oppressor on her throne
Dictating the prophecy
Her own will would have
Freedom forgotten
Rise from the grave past ideas
Once considered so vile
The cycle of rebellion laughs coldly
It holds wisdom the Oppressor greatly desires
She kicks and screams
But everything comes with a price
She hesitates but consents
Lips curling in a snarl
Skin turns to patterned fur
As a tail sprouts out her backend
Knowledge granted
But no longer accepted
Followers dash away in horror
Who is his beast
Until into the playpen he stalks
On gilded tile he enchants
Seductive and crafty he frolics with words
As a buck with hidden horns
Behind him he seals the gate
With promises
The beast is slain
Her blood now drinking water
A whisper becomes a memory
An enemy becomes a dream

Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013

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