Queen of Nothing

Lost in desire, she asked the divine...she moved along, upon the feet of swine.

Lost in desire, she asked the Divine
And on her crown she laid wreaths of petals
She moved along, upon the feet of swine

At the summit, she began her trials
Whereupon she might conquer petty minds
(For glory!) she weathered; ran for miles

Then Sweet Power fell (look how it spellbinds!)
She grasped for it, fighting desperate souls
And she ravened Power, down to the rinds

Pride shriveled her mind; she was draped in stoles
Forsook by the Divine, He helped no more
Hubris her name; her hands blackened as coals

Falling from the summit, she tried to soar
Though inured life cannot fly as nothing
Left to herself, alone; outraged in lore

Now she wallows, naked, pale, and wailing
Wanting that back, and waiting for something
Her crown withers, her soiled hair frizzing

She sought once to be the queen of something
But now she's nothing, the Queen of Nothing.

Author's Note

CHALLENGE COMPLETE
In terza rima (sort of), if you hadn't realized.
Eh...nice attempt, I would say. >_>

Reviews

[Worms]

not bad work at all for terza rima
I tried once
didn't work out so well
I think that it's good

[Twilight]

From reading this, it seems as if the Queen deserved her fall from grace! Quite an interesting and creative portrayal, of this lady's downfall. It is properly constructed, and in a systematic way. Clearly, the writer has taken care with her wording and how she has chosen to express her main message. Whilst reading, I clearly had the impression that power had gone to the protagonist's head! Also, that power can have a seemingly magical or captivating influence on weak minds. Nice writing, and thankyou for your submissions to my writing Contest - "Poisoned Chalice", by the way! Keep writing!