Version 1:
In her scarred hands, she wielded the assasin's blade.
With it, she fought and climbed to the throne of glass.
When she looked to the stars they stared back upon her Ashryver eyes.
With pride she would wear her crown of midnight,
For was the heir of fire, a fireheart with flames bursting from her seams.
Although her fire was bright, she remained a queen of shadows.
She embraced her darkness and herself. Her past, her present, her future.
So did the King.
With him she would build an empire, until her very last breath, and she vowed it would be
A great empire.
A good empire.
An empire that the gods damned world would marvel at.
She would build an empire of storms.
Version 2:
In her scarred hands, she wielded the assasin's blade.
With it, she fought and climbed to the throne of glass.
With pride she would wear her crown of midnight,
For was the heir of fire, a fireheart with flames bursting from her seams.
Although her fire was bright, she remained a queen of shadows.
She would build an empire, until her very last breath, and she vowed it would be an empire of storms.
Author's Note: Hi guys! If you enjoyed or have any thoughts please leave a review, I love hearing from you. I know this poem is really different from what I usually write so let me know if you like it. Please check out my other poems if you'd like, I have them for the ACOTAR series, the Perks of Being a Wallflower and more. Also, if you have any poetry ideas or topics you want me to try just let me know. It helps if they're specific, (I.E. book titles, a relationship, etc.) Thanks, hope you enjoyed. XOXO- Skai.