Kill the Queen

Blood red roses line the gates of hell.
Poppies mark where tombstones lay.
Her hounds on leashes,
Watching their prey.
I stroll up the walkway,
A path spotted with red.
At the door I was greeted by the iron lion's head.
The hounds broke loose and charged with grace,
But stopped at the sight…
Of the mark of the Ace.

I stepped inside, without making a sound
Then walked down a hall all, eyes on me
Ghosts in portraits staring down at my soul,
Knights in armor, stand at attention
Disregarding my existence…
Yet saluting every move

I found her room, and her in her bed, lying fast asleep
Whether a heavy sleeper or not…
No one will hear her scream…

Knife in my hand,
Like valiant sword…
Bitter sweet nectar,
Covering the floor…
Citizens and prisoners,
Free forever more…
For the queens reign of terror…
Is now…
Never…
More.