The Queen of Bones Takes Her Throne
by Michael Doyle

Two children live as sparks of duality,
Two sparks born to burn through eternity.
The blood and bones entwine with no enmity,
Walked past the bewitching hours of mortality.

Pagan horrors linger with dark secrets known,
These are the ways of the woods readily shown.
Two seekers of life to death and death to life
Her children awaken at peace with this strife.

In life, there is only one true inevitability.
Avoiding death remains far beyond our capability.
The fog and mist cloak the queen's arrival, 
But they cannot provide her children's survival.

A sinister evil grows hidden out in the woods,
And it will bring death as moonlit shadows should.
The stripped-down truths of crown and throne,  
Tell another story of being off the path alone.

Ghostly whispers bid the brave to explore,
Though those who would be safe callously implore
That we stay on the path to avoid the cost,
And that to wander on our own always has its cost.

Through isolation and loneliness, their fate is woven
Into a tale lived and told by the dark forest coven.
Power and dominion are wielded by the queen's authority.
Life and death are recognized as only transitory.

(c) October 8, 2025  Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved