Dead Soul

Dainty hands hold smooth jade.
A round window to the soul, encased by intricate metal.
One can tell of the sweetest things; but only a mirror will show one’s true self.

Surrounded by many wonders from around the world, yet only this mirror holds precious to her heart.
Citizens bow down in fear as she rides the streets.
Guilt holds her heart captive.

A notorious queen claiming all land and sea within her grasp, yet her people withhold respect.
Rare beauty and countless talents don’t compare to the endless lives she’s taken.

Piercing gaze into the mirror.
Met not with the fair-faced complexion, but haunting images of dead souls.
She keeps an iron grip on her success but darkness has swallowed her life whole.

Unquenchable thirst for power had driven her to the point of no return.
Life torn to tatters, stitched together again to become someone she’d never dreamt of being.

Fooled by “wise men” to believe her wrong-doings were right.
She now lives with the consequence of a lifetime, a dead soul.