Untitled Poem

UNTITLED POEM

I renounce my essence, my state of being.
I despise my power, my title of queen,
For to hold this existence as my true destiny
Is to give up on the one man who hath changed me.
But who am “I”? you so curiously ask, who is this-
This woman, this queen, who complains that she exists?
Look into Dante’s Purgatorio and you shall not see
Any trace of THIS ancient fallen queen.
Nor can I be found in Paradise, with Adam and Eve,
Unless you look closely, for my time there was brief.
Many things have I caused with whisper and wink,
For who better than a woman to let men know what to think.
The last gunslinger, so young and so brave, fell at my request
And so was laid forever to rest.
I watched it all from behind the grassy knoll,
Though I fear that my wickedness has taken its toll.
Oh, what pleasures I’ve taken during my eternal reign,
What fun, what joy inflicting so much pain.
But I would trade it all for the one who has awoken my heart,
He has shown me compassion and love, virtues I discarded at the start.
My whispering and deceit caused the ruin of Adam and Eve,
And later caused The Great Betrayer to succumb to greed.
Hatred, my first gift to man, was practiced long before Pilate washed his hands
Of his misdeed and began when Abel was killed on his father’s land.
I helped feed revolts and fear, using men as my tool to make my stand
For I was jealous of the Father, so I gathered a band
Of fellow believers in my Crusade.
I watched my victims of hate act upon my deceit;
I saw the fall of a doctor, a great King as he died on the street.
I did not understand the wrongness of my misdeeds
Nor did I care, I just did what I pleased.
But I have learned that I was wrong to act as I did,
I should have loved then, should have learned to forgive.
This man that I love has shown me the errors I’ve made
And has helped me to see the innocents are the ones who have paid
With blood for all of my misdeeds, the ground work that I laid.
I have learned forgiveness of Him, my jealousy has finally withered away.

Mortality is final, may I someday rest in peace
In the ground, the man I love next to me.