The Queen of Clubs

A poem that came to me quickly as I was playing blackjack. I can't honestly say that i relate to it that much.

A missing heart is a ruined man as a

missing card is a ruined pack.

Good intentions don't efface truths

unless intentions bring horizons new.

I am bound by heart and fire to

an angel of death who is building my pyre

and rivers of envy on which it will sail

will see her follow and her envy prevail.

I was a prince and i used to burn until

the Queen, my love did earn.

The missing card; a Queen of clubs -

black of heart; devoid of trust.

My Queen she sits on high and screams, 

her palace shatters and at the seams

of life, this life, so auspicious and fresh

we begin to bleed and perish.

Author's Note

Enjoy. Gamble Responsibly.

Reviews

[Kira]

Haha, I wish I was old enough.

My favorite sentence was just the first two lines:

"A missing heart is a ruined man as a
missing card is a ruined pack."

It really spoke to me.

All-around amazing piece!