Poems and Tales From Beyond The Yellow Tape 5

A queen became
a tyrant,

a tyrant
she was true.

But of all the bad
things that she did,

the worst
was killing you!

Your Corpse Lay
dead on a dirt rode,

with blood still
pouring out.

Your soul became
quite angry,

and soon
began to shout!

You marched the
villagers on and on

Till they were at
the castle's door.

They searched throughout
the castle

killing all in sight,
and still they wanted more.

China smashed to bits,
furniture turned over,

yet still the queen
rested in her bed.

The people came inside her room,
with ax's in each hand.

They raised them up so very high,
and then chopped of her head.