a warning

you thought yourself a queen, once
but you were nothing but a commoner
masquerading as an invader looking for a
hostile takeover.
Treason.

You were no queen –
only a mistress resigned to live in the shadow
of greatness.
You pale in comparison to real royalty.

You’re lucky I chose to banish you,
out of sight, out of mind
far from the reaches of my
temperamental will.

Like a tantrum-throwing princess, your petulance
knew no bounds
but was easily extinguished.
You were nothing but a child
that feigned wisdom.
Stupid, stupid serving girl that schemed towards greatness
unsuccesfully.

Now do yourself a service and stay away
before I claim more than your silence as payment for your impertinence.
You brought a bloody reign in your wake, but no more.
Truth is, it’s calmer when you’re absent.
Beauty fades, but grudges last much longer.
Should you ever dare speak to me again
you’ll discover the cost of betrayal
and reap the reward of your ineptitude.

she’s more the queen than you’ll ever know
and our kindness has its limits.
You’re lucky she’s more forgiving than I.