The Breaking of Her Crown

It’s a race against who paints a picture faster

with more venom and more stealth;

It’s a race against who tarnishes who,

stoking resentment and destroying her fading health.

It’s a love affair with the fire

that burns the wilderness down;

the charring and the singeing of her roots

and the breaking of her crown.

It’s a rising from the ashes

to kneel reluctantly before the King;

her knees are bruised and weeping,

but her voice will surely sing.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Cool post. Shorter than usual. Still like it. Nice pic.

  2. Reblogged this on Humorous and commented:
    Fun post

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