(Okay.....!!! I've been kinda obsessed with the Book Red Queen since these weeks...with nothing to do I am not unfamiliar with the feeling at all. I've been obsessed with numerous books...you just have to name them... Let it Harry Potter or Divergent or Hunger Games or Mazerunner....and a lot lot more....so I have this weird habit of reading a book a thousand times but I just get enthralled every time I do. This book is no exception... I'm going to start the fourth one - War Storm in a few days...no spoilers if anyone has read it, please!! This poem is kinda like a fanfiction. Only it's a poem. Usually all books are not as twisted as this one and, I actually can sometimes relate to it. It just portrays all the human psychologies in a person and it is totally understandable. And that's why I love it of course!!! Wish me luck!! Also.....'sorry for such a ridiculously long authors note... Please don't kill me for it!!!)
I clap my hands in a thunderous way
The Lightning strikes it will not sway
My mind is one my blood is red
No silver can pass me without fear or dread
My heart is mine yes, torn and shattered
My mind is focused but it threatens to scatter
Wounds bleed freely, leech out my color
But my power is mine, my strength and my valour
My heart beats fast, Maven is torturously close
But so far away, as my body shivers in death throes
To fight, to maim is my only one excuse
To reach my target, kill him, blow him apart like a fuse
My heart has been betrayed, not once, not twice
I have been tortured, kept in beauty with a crevice
I have been hurt, from inside and also hurt others
My family is my weakness, it makes mW shudder
My blood is my identity, my mind is my own
No one can defeat me, my power I have shown
No Silver will ever own me, even to the last
I will wear my pride to the grave, leave the rest to Past
Purple lightning, my storm is my of vanity
As the Prince fights nearby, only his flame can match my calamity
Thunder roils ahead, murderously and delicious
Purging through my nerves, making me so vicious
I scream as hard as I can, portraying my frustration
Silvers fall apart, cooked in armor, in their attempts of infiltration
The Prince wears his Crown, yet it seems harmless
I would know it best,he was once my only harness
Our separation is the only that is brightest here
Yet our movements match perfectly, a dance without a puppeteer
Habits long lost come back, memories unwanted
Yet I smile at them all, even though they had me haunted
No crown can ever own me, nor any frozen flame
Silence is beyond ,even that cannot make me tame
I am free, I am powerful, I am no Queen
Strength is my life, Red blood is my one powerful sheen
I want to go home, safe and sound in the Stilts
But this is who I am, the Lightning Girl with her misfits
I cannot change the Past, it is valuable even if it was harrowed
But I will always be who I am, Ardent, Red, Mare Barrow
#StrengthAndPower
# RedQueen
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