The Queen of Hearts

by PoetryKnight

The rule of love,
With piercing darts.
The one who's dark;
The Queen of Hearts.

Her hand so fast
To grab at me.
To strong a hold
I can't get free.

She grabs my heart
To turn it black.
Hungry for blood
Like a young wolf pack.

It changed me so
To return again.
The end of life,
I say "Amen!"

To hard to think
Of myself right now.
What should I do?
When, where, and how?

It starts to sting
Like a thousand darts.
That's why she is
The Queen of Hearts.