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Return Of The Abhorred Queen

Noted Nest

By Liz Thomas Pattara



I sat under the willow tree

Wondering what might become of me;

Will the past repeat itself, or

Will a new future claim me?


I am on the run,

Away from my fears

Away from my nightmares

From my people, my kingdom.


They dragged me out

In the middle of the night,

They snatched away my crown,

Leaving me naked amidst the throng.


My people screamed for my blood,

I heard the hatred in their voice,

Their eyes burning with anger

As they followed me into the labyrinth.


Now here under the willow tree

Hecate's Mist surrounds me,

Her blessing—my power,

Her blessing—my curse.


My mistress's voice urges me on

My thirst for revenge drives me forth,

I stand up, drawing the Mist behind me,

I am Medea, forever Queen of Colchis.


By Liz Thomas Pattara



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