Will you be there?

bridesmaids and bride prepare for the wedding in the color green

I want to know if some day,
I lay on my death bed
Saying goodbye to the world;
Saying hello to a peaceful dread,
How many pairs of eyes will cry,
Shed tears of honest emotions.
How many mouths will go dry
Out of words to speak words of wisdom.

I want to know if some day,
I’m accused of a wrong deed
How many people will trust my instinct,
And how many will sow dubiety’s seed.
How many pairs of hands will rise
In support of an innocent me
And how many will rise their fingers
As my flaws would be only thing they see.

I want to know if some day,
I be crippled to stand, see or think
How many pairs of legs will support
In the day time until night fall’s brink
How many minds will show me light
Through my mental and physical darkness
How many bodies will give me the strength
The energy and motivation that I can harness.

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The Story of a Queen

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“Shoot or he shoots you!” yelled the betrayer
Holding a gun to her lover’s head.
Fear of loosing sent shivers down her spine
She had to shoot her Love of life dead.
She looked in front, and there he stood
Smiling at their fate in deep contemplation
To kill that person, oh how she could!
Fond memories only aroused intense provocation.
She looked down the cliff and saw her people
An empire cursed to live on the air she exhaled
To their church, she was the steeple
“Oh I can’t be dead!” she helplessly bewailed.
Looked up and saw the angel smiling
Eyes twinkling as if showering blessings.
“What should I do!” Cried the queen
Hot tears running down her cheeks, cold from wind
“You know what to do” said the voice serene
Destiny had got her priorities twinned.
“Make it fast” shouted the villian again
She could but see through his nasty game.
Love’s death through her, would give him eternal peace,
While her death would lead the empire to cease.
Down the horizon the sun bid farewell
Love had to kill her before she would
Turn into a monster and roam the hell.
But kill his lady love? Oh how he could!
“Please kill me!” shouted Love
“For your people, for the love of God!”
“Do it…” said the Angel above
“Your empire would be a peace abode”
“Bang!” her gun shot Love down
“Glory!!” down the people hailed
Love’s blood stained her royal gown
“Agonies apart, her duty prevailed”.
Her people kept celebrating her victory
While her tears dried and heart crashed
For them she was a Queen of eternity
Yet inside she had herself killed!