Dawning Creations

I won’t fall for the fallacy you’re casting about.

In your cauldron, stirring up games and foul play.

I laugh, outside of your rule. Pastures of green and wild flowers tickle my greatest fancy. They’re where I’m dwelling now. Miss the sight of me?

Outside of your rule, I’m queen too.

Only holding dominion over myself and I’m under my lord. Free through him and nature’s keen eye.

Bizarre you’ll remain, stirring behind rotting trees and between dead grass.The smell so sickeningly pungent, coughing and shouting out unintelligible.

I’m free.

I’m queen and you’ll never catch me.