My Many Queens

My cold mistress, climbing my arm and whispering no harm
She embraces me, appearing with flight and icy bite
Her freezing warmth wraps around my fingers
And with seeming stealth, finds a way into my veins
Secreting a passage of haste around the body
The whole time caressing and quietly singing there will be no pain.

Such tender touch, she pushes me away with a blush
Coyly she smiles, knowing it will see her miles
I feel a feverish grin spread permanently across my face
Through blue lips she tells i’ll always be the one she’ll miss
Walking away into the cloud of bygone era smoke
She will turn and blow me a crimson kiss.

With shots fired overhead, she’s priming to explode without a crime
Bodies crumbling, her mine is laid and blood will be paid
Body showing no remorse, a bayonet is fixed and shown to me
I know it’s going to be mine, and with its tempered edge I will die
Looking across the field of agony, I see my red queen
And feeling my heartbeat slowing to a crawl, I realise my mistake and begin to cry.