Amelia Quirk, Grade 8, St Clare's College
Excellence Award in the 'Just Keep Writing 2019' competition
My Queen, you are my slayer
And for that, I will not cry
For soon you will meet your betrayer
But before, I will die.
As I sink beneath your sword,
Slain by your hand,
Remember my Queen, you are flawed
And you too will die beneath the sand.
My King, I came from the ashes.
Like a phoenix from your flame.
Now your kingdom lay in acid,
A poisonous gift for me to claim.
You made me your prize,
A prisoner in these walls,
But now I will arise,
While your kingdom falls.