So i've been writing alot of poetry lately and i already posted about one. I've got a few more i'd like to share before i decide to submit them in a book of poetry i'm writing. This one's a trilogy of the queen of lies. The Queen Of Lies
Like a lily I will bloom in the spring.

and with every trial i will bring

beauty and visionary hopes

while others never know

the secrets that lie deep beneath

the ugly truth that hurts the soul

hiding behind a gilded throne

of which The queen of lies brings

a smile to hide the horrid things

that lie beneath her placid act

with constant pangs, of which bring back

a simple shade of tearful blue

that shimmers in the hearts of new

who's innocence cannot grasp

that the queens lies will constantly attack

their soul and their smile

till after a long while

molded by her lies and pain

comes a repulsive heart, bleeding in vain

to each subject the queen gives

a mask to hide the grim lives they live

to all else it seems true

a happy scene for their view.

though all they see is the sheen

but none see those torn hearts held captive by their queen.

Her Throne

Her throne it shines

Beautiful and bright

Seemingly radiant

To all in it's sight

It's lavish velvet

Of a pretty purple hue

The stones that embed it

Making it look so new

Bu those stones are filled

With negative energy

And that velvet itself

Was made by the enemy

Behind this throne

and deep within

Lies blasphemy and pain

That seems to never end

The queen sits upon it

Dressed in a beautiful gown

Of black and red

And to top it off a beautiful crown

Her crown loaded with stones

and black cloth to top it off

and flowing through her hair

are golden snakes that seem to scoff

They curl back in disdain

as they come to life

looking down upon you

these snakes are her lies

And the red of her gown

comes from the blood of the hearts

That she hut and stabbed so deeply

and tore them apart.

The black cloth of her crown

Sucks up the light and life

of her loyal subjects

as they continue to strive

All the seemingly beautiful things

just hide the horrid scene beneath

To show to all, even her subjects

that her power is never sheathed

the beautiful things

are only there to distract

the ugly truth

that hides beneath her act

and all these things

she hides in her throne

to never disrupt

her game, act, or tone.

A Liar's Game

The queen of lies

Loves to play a game

Where she builds others up

To break them down with more pain

She brings them joy

And hope so new

Only to tear it down

With harsh words of blue

She wishes they all act happy

To keep a placid smile

So she can continue

With her game for a while.

There's nothing her subjects can do

To escape her horrid grasp

For they are weak

Put down by her for so many years

Her game is cruel

and they don't understand

why she plays it

and what she gains at hand

The queen is a sadist

Who loves to see their pain

She loves the hurt they feel

For that is what she gains

To play her game

she must keep them happy around others

So she pretends to love them

As though she was their mother.