Princess of Murder


Princess Of Murder

The king lay on his bed
His daughter stands at the foot
The king demands her to change
As her cloths are covered in soot

Grumbling and with a cough
He sends her from his sight
Not knowing she would return
And free him from this night

Changing she ties up her crimson hair
Angered for he didn’t listen
To why she had gotten dirty
Sick she was of the fool’s burden

For several years against his will
She had trained herself for war
And with a thin fencers weapon
An enemies flesh was easily tore

She returned to the kings chamber
With sword in hand as he turned
Placing the point on his throat
Flick of the wrist the king did drown.

Breathing in blood he could only open an eye
She could only grin down at the king
“Now,” she said, “away from my sight.”
The last words he heard, the final sting.

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Poet and cook, I'm just starting out in the web world trying to grow a fan base for my poetry, it seems like its off to a good start and the site is also made for me to improve upon my writing skills so please rate and comment on the poems you like best, feedback is the greatest way to success thanks for checking me out and my site. View all posts by shoelessboywonder

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