Queen Of Pain    Queen of Pain by Cheryl Ross 

 Cat Dudka wrote a powerfully perceptive story about Victoria in prison
entitled Of Dreams and Betrayal. This poem was inspired by that piece and
is dedicated to Cat. Comments welcome. cross@norlink.net 

 QUEEN OF PAIN I'm so cold
 the frost cuts deep
 into everything I am
 my breath, my bones, my blood
 are iced with grief
 

 I am so empty
 you took the whole of me
 the bitter wind
 howls through what's left of me
 

 Only the hate
 burns bright and fierce as a candle
 in my endless night
 

 Only the rage
 bittersweet as blood
 compels my heart to beat
 

 If I gave up
 if I let go
 what would linger
 just the hollow cold
 perfect, cruel and silent
 as the grave
 

 My pain is a power
 that will rise up
 and stalk your dreams
 you will live my sorrow
 as you consumed my joy
 

 Once I thought your eyes
 the colour of heaven
 but your icy eyes
 reflect a deeper cold than mine
 you are the prince of winter
 and I the queen of pain
 we are frozen in each other
 we will not warm again.
 

 
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