Not Her Hands

Not her hands.

Branded with jewel.

Knows the world

Can be so cruel.

The queen's hands,

Wrapped with scars.

But enough to heal

His broken heart.

Wringing fingers;

Tangled hair.

Cuts and bruises,

Treated with care.

Scorched with anger.

All Dark Queen's gain.

But Fire Queen is strong,

She feels no pain.

Eyes drawn downward,

As heart beats high.

Not yet time

To say goodbye.

Maybe next time,

The shifter's hands

Won't have to pretend,

To rule Fire Queen's lands.