Mannequin Queen

The Mannequin Queen walked out to meet
Her Vermilion Knight, light on her feet,
A door opening upon the right
With locks of gold gleaming to the beat
Of ancient kisses treasures lost and found
The Vermilion Knight knelt in defeat
Falling into her silken battleground,
The Mannequin Queen, was not to be seen
Except from the corner of a red and black chequered plain
Between dark violet petals laced with green
Fires of amethyst smoke wistfully sweet
Did wreathe in crazy curls like words taken back once again
As the sky grew grey drew close to his quartering pen
When he held her like a pose an image lock open
A door upon the right behind left
Her Vermilion Knight, light on her feet
The Mannequin Queen walked out to meet.




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-14 at 10:32

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