Death of the Masked Queen

A spiderweb of fissures spread across her porcelain mask.
Her shadowed eyes stared out at me as though about to ask
the reason I had cast my deadly bolt into her back, 
but ere I made apology, twas a resounding CRACK.
Then split in two, her mask fell off her face onto the floor.
Under the porcelain white, a darkness there, and nothing more.

Then shriveled all away, her body and her clothes to soot, 
and nothing left of the masked queen but ash under a foot, 
the ash and the two halves remained. The mask lay broken there, 
and I one half, the king one half, have kept apart the pair. 

And still sometimes I stare into the eye that's left to me.
I wonder if it's staring back, and what that eye can see. 

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The Court of the Spider Queen
The Keeper
Willow’s House
The Doll