Title: Metaphorical Kingdom
Character: Drew T.
Summary: And though the weight is heavy on your heart, and victory tastes more like tears than lipgloss, you figure it doesn't get better than this.
Notes: So many metaphors! Can you spot them all? This is a take on Drew's thoughts when Piper became the Head of the Aphrodite cabin - enjoy!
Your prized possession is your tiara.
It shines -
it shines so bright,
and you stare at it,
the personification of your glory,
in wonder.
And though the weight is heavy
on your heart
and victory tastes more like tears
than lipgloss,
you figure it doesn't get better than this.
xxx
Your tiara is a polished stone
that you cover with colour
and plastic
and gold
to make it what you deem
to be pretty.
Funny how the tiara was better off how it was.
But never mind -
bounce back, darling,
and add another gem to your
masterpiece.
xxx
Thing is, honey;
you may be the fairest of them all,
but a mirror's just a mirror,
showing you what you want to see.
That drawbridge is closing,
sweetie,
so you'd best hurry up,
unless you'd rather
drown...
xxx
Your high heeled shoes go
clip clop,
like an executioner
walking to her axe.
(Bejewelled, of course.)
You pick up your skirts, cut that pretty little neck
that rivals yours,
and dust off your fingers,
silently deciding just what shade of
red nail polish
you'll choose today.
xxx
Princess, princess;
don't you understand?
You are nothing without your people -
there are your lifeline,
your popularity,
your wealth,
your crown.
They can break you, ma'am,
and they won't hesitate
to do so.
Just wait 'til you stop
peering round corners,
Beauty Queen.
xxx
But what do you know?
You're just a worldclassbitch;
a scratchingbitingclawing little girl
who believes in the rule
NO RULES!
It's the only way to live,
after all,
for a daughter of Aphrodite,
a queen of the realm.
xxx
Your stained glass windows
are all boarded up, baby,
and your servants have all fled.
That moat's gonna flood,
angel,
and you're going to watch
from your turret,
'cause you and your tiara are safe up there,
whilst your
(metaphorical) kingdom burns.
xxx