i am not made of greatness.
i have been selfish. unkind.
they won’t remember me as a king.
but they’ll remember she was the queen.
she wasn’t the kind of queen from storybooks.
she wasn’t good; she wasn’t soft.
she was persephone – queen of the underworld,
a trail of blood and death in her wake
and yet, still.
she was the most beautiful weapon i’ve ever seen up close.
she was a conquerer.
she was a storm.
she was terrifying in all the right ways.
and just like all others that have crossed her path,
i bow to her.
i will follow her
into war and peace alike
until i am no more.
(found on tumblr)