Παρασκευή, 1 Ιουνίου 2012

The story of a Queen



“Guess you kissed the girls and made them cry, those hard faced Queens of misadventure”.

There she goes… the Queen. The Queen of herself, the Queen of her family, the Queen of others, the Queen of the universe. Since she was a little girl, she was the Queen. A silky and shiny figure, a breath taking appearance. So well protected, with great confidence. Spoiled, as a Queen should be. Nobody can really see in her. Her heart and soul are well hidden. Nobody can conquer her “Queendom”. So vulnerable, yet so “hard faced”. She is in control of everything. A real Queen.

Years pass by and many knights have died for her. Many knights, but no one too good for her. She is priceless. She cannot mingle with those people. With someone lacking of rich emotions, with someone less than a King. No one can draw her attention. Only a real King. The King that she was waiting for all of her life.

Years pass by and she starts feeling so lonely. Emotions of desperation fill her. Her soul is leaking of this hard and painful loneliness. And then, while everything seems to be so meaningless, the King appears. Her King appears. She can’t be wrong. This is her King. Her mind and heart tells her so. Suddenly, she feels so weak against him. Her emotions reveal. His eyes, his voice take her apart. She is lost in him. Those well sustained barriers protecting her all these years, are being demolished, in one single moment. Her blooming heart, blooms everything around her. Her inner world, is now lying down in his hands. He took all her dying sunsets away. Her “Queendom” finally got down, so easily. She is being dragged down to his Kingdom. Melodies surround her. She is dragged to a heavenly place. Her harsh face finally broke down. She is vulnerable again, next to her King.

Years pass by and she is living a fairytale. The one, she was always dreaming of. The kiss of her King changed everything in her. Her King. The King that with a single kiss, brought her tears of happiness. The King that dragged her into her dream. A dream, she never wanted to wake up from. She is so afraid of waking up. The Queen is afraid. She was never afraid of anything. She left her heart on his warm hands. Where is her heart now? Why is she afraid? She tries to find it but the Kingdom is endless. She is lost and trapped in it. Her tears of joy, become tears of sadness and desperation. Her heart is stranded somewhere. Some place cold. She cannot quit this place without her heart. The king is not the king she thought of. His kingdom is not heaven anymore. She left everything for him. She left her Queendom. She sold her well protected soul for him, blinded by his full promising eyes and warm voice. Now, all she is left with, is the empty vase, where her heart was stranded in, for all these years.

The Queen leaves the kingdom, trying to find the place in her again. If she knew, “she’d be cold as a stone and rich as the fool that turned all these good hearts away”…

1 σχόλιο:

  1. Το K μπορεί να μετατρέπεται σε k, αλλά το Q παραμένει ένα μεγαλειότατο Q.
    God save our gracious Queen,
    Long live our noble Queen,
    God save the Queen!
    Send her victorious,
    Happy and glorious,
    Long to reign over us;
    God save the Queen!

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