Death's Princess

[yelena]

Death's Princess


I don't need,
No damn,
Light.

A helping hand,
To be,
There.

No knight,
In shinning
Armor.

[yelena]

I don't want,
Silk gowns of
White.

A halo to tell,
The world I am
Pure.

No pearls to drape,
Around my,
Neck.

[yelena]

I need,
My dark,
Palace.

A lovely knife,
To be their for,
Me.

To know,
That feel of,
Dread.

[yelena]

I want to be,
Pulled into the
Sorrow.

A place,
Of no,
Return.

To be me,
And only,
Me.

[yelena]

I am not,
Like the
Others.

I hate,
Being
Pampered.

Every night,
I stay up,
To watch.

[yelena]

Not everyone,
Coming back,
Home.

But the waves,
Of sweet bitter
Death.

I dress,
in black,
To please him.

[yelena]

Soft silky,
Midnight black,
Dresses.

Onyx jewelry,
To show my,
Loyalty.

My ghost white features,
With black hair,
Draws him in.

[yelena]

My lips,
Seem to be coated,
With blood.

He is always,
Cold and ever so,
Hard.

Scaring most,
Everyone,
Away.

[yelena]

But
Never
Me.

I am not,
The living's,
Princess.

I am not,
A pawn,
To life.

[yelena]

I am,
The only,
Princess of Death.

Not his mistress,
Nor his slave,
But his princess.

I am,
And forever will be,
Death's Princess.

_{((A poem always has a reason, like the way it's wrote. Don't read it as one. read it how it is posted. ))}