harvest moon

if i am the Queen of Crows,

  surrounded by pale pink roses under 

a harvest moon,

    who was the Queen before me?

did she wear brown eyes like me?

a Queen before me,

her intelligence

grew in gardens,

no man had to upkeep

she sucked elegant wisdom

from the velvet purple 

Dahlia 

   while midget bees

served her Lemon Tea

a Queen before me-

  she too must have a knife

to her side brain to swallow

this pain.

a blade sharp, as crystals 

  only to attest 

the King's Death.