The following poem is horrid, and I didn't even remember writing it. I've been going through some of my poems for Mindy Janicke and posting them so you can all see how awful of a poet I am. And believe me some of these poems should be burned!!! But this poem was written on November 20, 1987. I would've been 16 at the time. I find it poetic and a tad ironic--or a creepy kind of fate--that I'm now writing a series based upon the Queen of Hell.
Honor and Obey
She stepped forward and accepted the crown.
People began to bow respectively down.
Every part of her felt like a queen.
She would help prepare every scheme.
She held up her right hand to swear.
The rules she would now declare.
She was the Queen to Honor and Obey.
The Queen of Hell no one should ever betray.
She held the power to send them to slavery for life.
She would make him proud that he had chosen her as his wife.
She would proudly hold her royal seat.
She would show her husband her cunning deceit.
For death and destruction she holds a flame.
Her husband's desire is the same.
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