The knife sinks deep
into his chest.
White-hot crimson
flows like a waterfall.
He has yet to grimace,
the cruel smile
still painted on his face.
I was his puppet,
he was my master.
Stone cold,
living only for disaster.
But there was something
that he'd overlooked...
Ever since I was born,
I've been holding a dagger.
I was a porcelain princess,
unaware of my power.
Darkness consumed me,
until I had no choice.
The flames rose
and down I fell,
into his belly, the hungry
Dragon.
Inside there lived a subdued Queen,
drugged and broken.
I befriend her,
she befriends me.
She hands me a gift,
telling me she's
been saving it for me.
I accept the gift
wrapped in flowing bright satin;
it was a dagger.
Only then did I fully realize
that this Queen
is me.
The Queen's Dagger
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