You think you are the King of me,
I am not scared of you.
I’ll stand my ground, as I am strong;
a core of steel runs through.
Whatever daemons you may throw,
I’ll match them with mine own.
You can’t usurp the Queen of pain,
her heart is made of stone.
© Daemons 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
“I carry your heart with me. (I carry it in my heart.)” ~ e.e. cummings (Photo credit: EraPhernalia Vintage . . . (playin’ hook-y ;o))