First Poem I've written in a long while

So, over the course of a few years I've been teaching myself how to scream. Recently I've been looking for some form of band with not much luck in this tiny town. Especially considering I have no instrumental experience.

But today, I got a bit angry and vented it into words. Normally I just play GTA and run over as many people as I can, but I thought I'd be a bit more creative.

It is far from perfect. But,  here's my little poem...

Thou Little Empress.

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Bow down!

To the Little Empress  of all.

Do not dare to challange or question thee!

For thou shalt be received with scathing glare

and rueful bite.

Pathetic! Dwarfed in her silouette.

Her overflowing appreciation of her.

Is she so beautiful?

Thou art jealous of thee?!

But her woes are more than thou!-

Her heart strings that twang at her so.

Never has thou suffered what she has endured.

Never could thou invisage her sorrow!

How dare thee assume they understand the pain she must lament!

But on her pedestal she rests,

(It tacked with ivory and fur)

Her head deceptively resting in her broken hands,

Her forked toungue hissing behind pity seeking lips.

And although thou offers no offence.

She endevours to claw it from your likeness,

wallowing in her own insecurity,

And rends your back with insults,

Thus etching your name into Lucifer's skull.

And when confronted!

She withdraws, broken and betrayed.

"Forsooth! I did not slight thee!

I would never give offence,

Twas nearly to 'test' the loyalty

and trustworthiness of our friend!

/Pathetic./

I swear it on all that I stand for!

/Lying, cheating, jealousy/

And I am the one who has been slighted!

For they did betray me to you!

But, be assured, I did not mean what was shared,

'twas only a test. t'would never be truth,

by my troth! I swear to this likley tale!"

I want not your 'apology'

It's lace tipped with poison.

Thou, little empress...

Thou. Little. Empress.

Your words are polluted.

Your words are the rotting cadaver,

Stinking in the peripherals of my existence.

I loathe and detest thee.

For thou art a snake, slithering amongst the branches.

Nay, a snake with it's poisoned bite, and biblical evil is a compliment to thee.

Thou art thee. Thou Little Empress.

Twisted and pathetic.