[DarkForbidden-Love]

A Fire's Will

It dances,
It sings,
Free of all mankind,
It cares for no man,
Only for itself,
It takes and never returns,
It steals without care,
It destroys
Without reason,
Except its own life.

Golden Platter

"I want her head on a golden platter"
Demands the queen in her glory
"No other mental will do,
Only a golden platter for the child's head"
She screeches enraged
"Silver makes her look alive,
That scoundrel,
Bronze is her favorite color,
So gold it must be!"
Her explanation makes no sense,
It matters not for the child's head was delivered on a golden platter,
Its soft brown hair rolling off the platter,
Eyes wide open,
Unseeing.
"Yes!"
The queen clapped her hands gleefully,
"The Dämon is dead,
'Tis dead now."
Indeed the child was dead and its head on a golden platter.