vanish

Royal Resignation

My Lady
If you will excuse
This rude notice
Of my immediate
Self termination

Three days in Hell

Lord, could you expect
Anything more?

I served as Jester
To Queen of The Damned
Distracting the poor serfs
Disdainly kept

Juggling presentations

Of pain and manifestations
As she chooses a face
To suit the current manipulations

The more uproarous the laughter
The more dainty Her demeanor
As she mocks the empty joy
Of her faithful fools

My Lady I fall to my knees
As a single tear
Falls from my cheek

I bow out in honor
Consider this
My Royal Resignation

I turn to face
An expectant crowd
Desperate for a moment
To distract from thier damnation

I brace myself
For a sliver of steel
Aimed to back
My rejected resignation

"I'll be damned!" she said
As her fingers dripping red

The blood of a servant
Who would rather be dead.