{"id":122199,"date":"2022-06-26T07:56:31","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T11:56:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=122199"},"modified":"2022-06-26T07:56:46","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T11:56:46","slug":"hour-23-lady-midnight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-23-lady-midnight\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 23- Lady Midnight"},"content":{"rendered":"<p lang=\"en-US\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-122228\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Header-23-300x100.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"390\" height=\"130\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Header-23-300x100.png 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Header-23-1024x341.png 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Header-23-768x256.png 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Header-23-1536x512.png 1536w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Header-23-2048x683.png 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 390px) 100vw, 390px\" \/><\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">An unequal world served as her beckoning,<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">It was an everyday battle for her every right,<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">She vowed to be a queen in the tyranny of the king.<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">Looking for passages and tunnels for hiding,<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">She moved silently in the cover of the night.<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">The unequal world served as her beckoning.<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">Knew when to attack and when to take a swing,<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">To come back and live for another fight,<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">She&#8217;d be a queen in the tyranny of the king.<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">She spent her time training and waiting, biding,<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">Taught herself lessons from a helpful knight.<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">The unequal world would surely cause her beckoning,<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">Paid her dues and hellfire she did bring,<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">The guards and the king froze at the sight.<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">She knew she&#8217;d be a queen in the tyranny of the king.<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">She christened herself Queen at her own crowning,<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">With the blessing of the universe under the starlight,<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">In an unequal world, which served as her beckoning,<\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\">She was the queen in a tyranny of the king.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p lang=\"en-US\" style=\"margin: 0in;font-family: Calibri;font-size: 11.0pt\"><em>Note: The poem is a &#8216;Villanelle&#8217;, which follows the following rhyme scheme: ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA; with Line 1 and 6, 12, 18 the same and Line 3 and 9, 15, 19 the same as well.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>An unequal world served as her beckoning, It was an everyday battle for her every right, She vowed to be a queen in the tyranny of the king. 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