Day Four #NaPoWriMo2019 Poem One

By Maia McGehee

Alone, she sat, pondering her predicament

How had she come to this?

She commanded an armada of air pirates

Her dark powers of destruction were dreaded from Remila to Dumvar

Now, she was reduced to a restaurant’s recourse for rodents

A cat, a cat that was bonded to the “King of Draknor”

Once a lover, now an ally of convenience

But she’d never forget his negligence

Their daughters deaths, he’d let come to pass

While he plotted away in his keep

But all she could do now was cling to the mast

Or else the fall below would be quite steep

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