Pudding and Bones

aha, the final addition to my poetic Sunday series. Hope it's not too dissapointing. :)

She came with fists on fire

And eyes like tornado skies

Pretty lips red as if bloodied

Curled into a pleasent smile

Borrowed skin like alabaster

A double-edged sword she wore at her hip

A strange steed she sat upon

That was a wolf the size of a shire

She strolled through the world of Sunday

At a slow gait, casting her gaze

Over every lifeless body

That littered the cobblestone streets

All the way to the castle

With nothing to say, but,

"My, what a mess my pets have made."

 

And then the king's army was on her

From all around her, they burst forthe

The bewildered X-Queen fell under

Hooves and boots

Horse and heavy man

Barbed arrow and sword

 

An army against one woman

But she might as well

Have been Hell itself

With death on her side, and the other

She was a whirlwind of last breaths

Fighting, not for her life

She's lost that many times

But for the throne, the crown, the world

So desperate the undead beast-woman became

Her screams were that of the victor

Not the fallen

 

Sunday's King stood stock-still

Outside the caste's double-doors

Watching, with no entusiasm

The battle that raged between his army

And the woman he had killed himself

Not long ago

Yet there she was

Poised with ease on the back of a beast

He watched, helplessly, as his troops

Trained just for her

Fell as gore-pudding at her fury

Pooling around her steed's massive feet

 

Look closer now

She's not alone as it first seemed

It is the Reaper that terminates

The lives of the faithfull soldiers

He is the end of life

So no one was left living

Except for X-Queen, sort of

And Sunday's King

Left gaping at his failure

 

X-Queen dismounted

Floated over the sticky, cluttered ground

The newfound graveyard with no graves

The mess could have been...

Exactly what it looked like- pudding

And bones

 

Her eyes were locked on those of the King

Who drew his sword

Opened the door behind him

Utterly defeated

Turned and-

Who cares about dignity?

-Ran.

 

X-Queen rolled her eyes

"Coward."

Pursued

 

A heated chase through the castle maze

King lost himself in old corridors

Fell up a spiral staircase

Topping a tower he never ever

Thought was worth the climb

Still, it wasn't

As it lead him to a dead end

A very, very dead end

 

He crumbled in a corner

Fear-sodden and teary

Pleading with his eyes

But quiet

X-Queen stood over him, smiling still

Charmingly, to torment

Before she raised the blade

And let it fall-

 

"I have a secret!"

 

X-Queen froze, mid-blow

The sword edge hovered inches from his throat

Struck by her own words

From another mouth

"What?"

 

"I have a secret, my queen.

If I tell you,

Will you spare me?"

 

Why not? she thought

Giddy now

That he called her Queen himself

"Hurry then and tell,

Before the sword grows heavy in my hand."

 

X-Queen took a breath and prayed

The trembling edge, poised to kill

Was impossible to ignore

"You are, I swear, by far

The most beautiful woman I've ever seen, my Queen."

 

The Queen was shocked

So shocked, in fact

She pulled the blade away from his neck

Touched by his secret

And with a jolt, realised

How easy it would be

To marry and still be Queen...

 

No, she thought

She's dealt with love before

It's played her rough and ragged

Left her bent and sore

Broken and so lonely, in its absense

Evil and would not be revisited

Not ever

She raised the sword again

 

"That's just the make-up, darling.

I'm profoundly ugly inside."

 

The metal flashed

From silver to red

As it performed a perfect ark

Breaking skin and bone and life

The last true life of Sunday

 

The new Queen took her place, quietly

On the throne

 

The world was silent

The population- one

And a wilderness of monsters, lurking

Venturing close to the castle now

That the human threat was gone

 

And our dear Queen sat solemn

Waiting for someone to some take orders

Waiting for someone to come love her

Or at least worship her

But no one ever came

Never once does she leave that throne, waiting

Years over years

She rot there, alive

For centuries

As her heart still beat somewhere farther

She would never truly die

 

A Queen among the monsters

Victorious

But inlgorious

Exactly what the witch deserves

Right where she belongs.

Author's Note

Whew! I'm done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ! ! :)
Tell me what you think.

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

hurry then and tell before the sword grows heavy in my hand.. lol so cocky

[Ashley Myers]

lol it was long and a lot to read but great imagery

[Lindsey]

I ENJOYED IT A LOT!!

[Yina]

It's pretty cool. I'm just in a stage where blood is disturbing so I'l read it again some other time:)

[dreaming dame]

Hey!!! :) What happened to him?
Cool.