Nin Chronicles

What pride she has

She holds close to her crystal chest.

Under a veil of starlight

She gives shame another name and seeks to ignore it.

On a cold autumn morn

With summer singing in the leaves

She stands up for

Her beloveds and

Raises her chin to the moon.

What venom there is in eyes

She gathers in her cup.

When all is done and

Her sword arm wearies

She gives in to what she cannot hide and

Turns to the child, instigator, beside her

And spanks her for her actions.

A queen’s beauty is deceptive

Her faces warp between kind and cruel and

The line between them is too thin to see.

Despite her willingness to disregard her heart

She lures you back to her bosom



For the deed she will

Do again in the future.

Kings call these women queens

Too many children call them…

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