goodnight, sweet Queen.

such a foolish mistake
to drink from the chalice.
you were dead from the moment
your precious lips touched
the cold and ghastly cup.
you should've heeded the warning
that your lord had set high,
even though he did nothing to stop you
when you wanted that one taste.
no, but you tested your chances.
you drank the nectar squeezed
from the forbidden fruit.
though if its bitter taste
hadn't been enough of a clue…
then I suppose a better one
was your last breath.