Queen of Wands

I sat on a throne of thorns

They whispered curses, murmured jinxes, choked my throat

I asked them to get lost

I was the queen, the higher power who controls

Little monsters, with burnt wings and teeth with holes

“You shall die, and you will” giggled,

then they shrieked, my hands felt cold

I begged for mercy but they laughed it off

Gave me a gleaming mirror and my head twisted over with their force

In the reflection an elder woman, pale like a corpse

My thin lips opened, my shriek unheard

Realized that there was no one coming to my help

If this is hell then who am I?

Not immortal, not a deity, not great might

The monsters’ voices ceased, then drilled some songs

“You the queen, and we your thoughts.”