King of Hearts

King of Hearts, thief of dreams,

Stole half a heart and what remains bleeds.

Knave of Hearts, his servant, feeds

On the joy that holds me, breaks my seams.

King of Hearts, how he beams

Through my darkness, sowing seeds

Of vicious tales, because he needs

His servant's laughter; with that, he gleams.

My title, Queen of Broken Halves, first

Acquired with reluctance, shall show my thirst

For retribution to serve my resentment

For this violent king and his bloody allotment.

My army is few, but our hearts are more than

This black King of Hearts, not monarch, not man.

The End

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