Soraya Honei (Ephemeral #1)

Queen To Be

Like dew drops turned honey

On the flowers of Eve.

The full moon will taste of indigo and crème,

Of delight and wonder

She will beam.

She will reign against the wishes of many,

But she will continue, Oh!

That Queen of Faeiries!

Undeserving, dishonor, and disgrace

They will shout in the Queen’s stoic face.

To have all the power, but none the strings,

Her moira will play on the tips of her wings.

Bloody, bruised, and broken

They will realize they’ve misspoken

Mother they will shout—Mother they will cry!

But all will go unanswered like the mourning doves sigh.

For its too little, too late.

The bell tolls for the Kings’ sweet mate.

What a fate.

What of destiny?

Queen of Queens, how will you leave your legacy?

To memory