The Empress Has Fallen

• Jordan Windred , Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2017

Standing tall, here on a throne, It stood high like a tower,
One set against stone.
A jewelled crown on my head
For here I am watching them dancing in gowns,
Flowing in sequence they twirl like mist and frost-fire.
As the evening moves on,
My crown begins to slip,For the devil is coming to take me from my fortress
He comes with an army, A man thought to have been trusted.
One once related to her majesty, Related to the sovereignty that was myself
He storms into the room, To take what he wants
Iron against skin he slithers through the crowd
Blue eyes staring straight into my soul
For the person I'm staring at is no longer my brother,
But the demons greed that lives in side
He storms to my tower blades in hand
He came and he left, For now I am gone, I sleep in the clouds
But lay far below looking up at the stars.