Blood and Ivory

Picture From Google. All Rights Belong To The Artist.

Picture From Google. All Rights Belong To The Artist.

Blood and Ivory

I was a Queen once,

In a game of chess.

Pale, milky-white ivory

Shaped and rounded

In the mold of my foremothers,

Unchanged after a millennia.

Demure, silent, cold, reserved,

I was hidden behind pawns,

Protected by knights,

And sacrificed by a King,

A King who should have loved me.

Why didn’t he love me?

I was a Queen once,

With blood on my ivory hands.

Dark as rubies, red as wine,

It dripped from my throat,

And splashed on the marbled stones.

Why couldn’t he love me?