elenore moves
like an evening storm
with grace and conquest
white tempest robes
cling to her skeleton
flesh persisting
from furious perch
she rules while we
below await an order
anything
save indifference
our obedience
leaves to her wind
we are loved and hated
feeding on her emotion
we are nourished
she became general
commanding colonels
and monsters while
i, bloody, lie
somewhere between
threat of a preference
caused first blood
there was no
returning
we're all enemies now
she relishes those we
murdered for her dominion
sentences us all to war
witness to our lust she
names us the dead
as one by one we fall
Michael Lorne Leard
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