To the Queen of Hearts

To the Queen of Hearts

She stands adorned in crimson grace,

a womans threat, a shadowed trace.

Crowned in fire, veiled in lace,

with eyes that dare, with lips that chase.

The cards obey her silent call,

diamonds gleam, the spades may fall.

A lover’s fate, a gambler’s dream,

a throne of thorns, a reign supreme.

Her laughter cuts, both sharp and sweet,

a melody where danger meets.

No vow can bind, no plea can tame,

she plays the world like her own game.

Her kingdom built on whispered lies,

a lover’s hope, a dream that flies.

Yet still they kneel, yet still they yearn,

to taste her fire and feel it burn.

For in her hands, both fate and art—

no mercy lives within her heart.

Play your hand or bow and break,

for love is hers to give—or take.