Well, I got some reviews asking me to continue, so I may bring you something every once in a while. Enjoy, readers!

EeeeeeeeeeeeeE

A princess cries herself to sleep,

Dreading the words she must speak.

Those four words,

The ones that change her life,

And a whole tribe too.

Mother,

I

Challenge

You.

A phrase, perhaps,

That can mean

The end of a reign,

A queen's last breath.

Or a rise to the throne,

Having surpassed death.

But the moment those words have been spoken

A mother and daughter bond,

Becomes shattered and broken.

A queen stares at her daughter,

Knowing, just knowing,

Her time is over.

The whole tribe watches,

As the royalty battle it out.

Sometimes fighting willingly,

But many have tears flowing down their snout.

The final strike hits home,

And an old queen is dead.

But both look at each other,

One last time.

And the daughter might cry

THE THRONE IS NOW MINE!

:::

With the passing years the words are spoken again.

And the old princess might wonder,

Why.

The tradition repeats,

Again and again.

Each time bringing,

No less pain.

Just the start of another endless game.

Wow. What dark corner of my brain did these come from?!

Um, let's hope for some...happier ones next! :3

R and R!

Scarily...Clearly.