In the land of Poetria, where rhymes reign supreme…
There was a Queen 👑 who rules the land and more she was a poet popularly refers to as the royal poetess….
Her rhymes were pure magic, her words so divine,
That villains trembled at her poetic shrine…
Until one dark day, a rival poetess rose,
Malicia – with verses that brought evil nose to nose…
With Royal Poetess – as her target goal!
Unknown to the queen Malicia had already began a coup
but even if she knew she'll probably laugh because she had this pen…..
A pen of pure starlight, with ink of liquid gold,
Given by the Muses themselves, stories untold!
Its name was Calliope's Gift – Malicia's evil plans would shift…
When Royal Poetess wrote with it – her words would surely lift!
Her words came alive and whatever she write with it turns to golden sounds….
Golden sounds that echoed, through Poetria's land and sea,
Bringing hope to dreamers, and joy to you and me!
But Malicia's heart was blacker than the darkest night,
She sought to silence Queen's golden light…
With a poem of shadows – her darkest, evil might!
The Queen was always ready for anything
but this time due to the influence of her right hand man
who was a evil poet she slept off.
Lord Deceit, with verses smooth as wine,
Had slowly poisoned Queen's trust – a treasonous crime!
He whispered lies in her ear, as she drifted to sleep,
Malicia's darkness crept – her chance to sneak…
And steal Calliope's Gift – the pen of golden keep!
But the queen has a 1 + 100 percent aura
so she was easily able to tell that Malicia was on her way.
So she quickly brought out the pen and wrote:
"Malicia's heart is black as night,
Her poetry evil, a wicked delight.
Let her words turn to venomous snakes,
And her voice be silenced by poetic stakes!"
The Queen's aura glowed bright – her words took flight!
Malicia appeared – surrounded by dark poetic might…
Malicia was shocked but calm she wrote:
"I am a queen with a mark
My light is dull and very dark..."
But Queen wasn't done yet, she wrote back with a smirk:
"Darkness may be your cloak, but mine is a shining mark.
Your words are dull, but mine leave a spark!"
The two queens clashed – their poetry a deadly embark!
The ground shook – who would win this poetic spark?
The Queen ended the poetic battle with:
I am a a Queen who rule with authority
Go to the villages and even the city
You'll find out how far my light is bright
Like the brightest star in the dark of night