Mummers Tales – The Queen’s Scene (100 Word Story #36)

Good day gentle soul; salutations from my handsome marquee.

I am the Queen that stands before you peasant, but I bear an terrible envy:

For in the fields and in the hovels at night laughter does spill,

My mind is filled with evils and the spirits wish upon me ill: ill will.

I am wroth, I am pride, I possess all but this delight;

So filled with desire am I possessed by spite; this night.

I will bring upon wrath and storm, rain and cloud;

Turn your gaze if be thy proud; for tonight my hatred will be not cowed.

Words and pics: ©DJA 2016.