CAMELOT FANTASIES

Mourning
Dark cloud has hovered
Reality stuck it's ugly head
In my business
I've discovered
Its aphotic side
Ink dripping blood
Has decided to visit
Rock bottom is not
The only reason for change
Alterations have occurred
Dream like exchange
For harsh reality
The light bulb recharged
Various forms of legality
Strong hold
Mourning
Where sometimes
Crying with sobs
At other times silence
At this juncture
The pain in my tummy
Intense
Gone is all the pretense
Facing the fact
Options are mine
Not settling
I'm a warrior goddess
Always have been
Born a Spartan Queen

~Divine