Hello lovelies; here's one of my poems that I wrote; this is a preview of my original works; hope you enjoy! Please follow me on Twitter, and Ko-fi; MistressSapphi5, /ladysapphirarose

One night, I fell in love with the stars.

I don't remember that night.

But I remember how they glimmered at me.

It's like they were talking; lending me their strength and beauty.

Providing me company,

When not even my shadows wanted to sit with me.

Although, my shadows are in the corners of my mind.

Somewhere, they're plotting the annihilation of my kingdom,

It should worry me.

As a queen, I should worry, but instead it's relief that fills me.

Once that noose slips onto my neck,

Or the cool steel blade falls from the guillotine.

Whatever way I die, my spirit shall be released into the sky.

A sky filled with stars and fluffy white clouds.

It will be silent, not a single sound.

How blessed would that be?

I wouldn't have to hear the complaints of my people.

Their gossiping whispers,

Their shouts and screams,

No longer will my advisers apprise me on how best to exploit an advantage.

I will have control over my agency once again!

No more will I have to uphold the perfect image.

No longer a porcelain doll propped up for display.

The graceful maiden, always choosing the high ground.

I'm always upholding to an extravagant esteem,

Even when I don't need to, I have grown too used to doing things that way.

My fears terrorize me.

One day they threaten to capsize my kingdom, and I dread that day.

Because even though that day will free me, I will leave so much behind.

I find myself saddened because, in my new form, I will lose everything that I hold dear to me.

Nothing will be mine again; I see it on the horizon, even though it's so far away.

Will I be enough to survive?

Do I store enough energy and drive to defeat the enemy?

Can my men march for that long, without food and shelter?

I have no heat to give them; they are freezing enough to catch frostbite!?

I have no food to feed the hungry mouths, it's annoying me, and I would love to blame anyone else.

But it's me that bears this guilt and shame.

As a queen, it's my job to lead my people.

It's my job to be mighty and noble when others are not, Or they cannot; That is my job!

So why is it? I can't find it in me, to be the queen my people need?

I wish I could have found that secret; Even now, I seek the answer to my question.

As I watch the sunrise, it's morning so soon?

Have the days always moved this fast?

When had the days moved so fast?

Have the days always been this short? Did I only now take notice?

Or is it my heart that beats this rate per second?

As I lay in my shackles and iron bars,

Behind this metal door, that's bolted to the teeth.

I could never open it on my own,

If I should try and escape,

But running is the furthest thing from my mind,

I will face my people, even though I will die.

My face had long lost its bloom; I must look ashen and decayed,

No longer the porcelain doll I used to be,

There are cracks and chips, missing pieces all about me.

I wish I could brush my hair and clean my clothes.

Would they be so kind to me, their noble queen?

I hear the footsteps approaching me,

Is it time already?

I haven't finished my thoughts; I wish for more time.

Yet, time was not in my deck of cards; not in my fate.

The guards open my cell, yanking me up to my feet.

I know it's time now, as queen, to face my fate and my people.

I will let them have their cake,

Will they enjoy this feast?

A feast fit for a queen...