Evly, The Evil Queen

Presenting, the latest in Reputation –
Evly, The Evil Queen

People tend to be creative,
When they’re condemning others,
Short and crisp, yet variably interpretive,
Not meant to be, just one among another,

They called me, The Evil Queen,
They called me special, they thought I was different,
But lying in wait, silently seen and unseen,
And I realised they said the same, to everyone sent,

No one knows, the face behind curtain,
Nobody cares about the face behind the veil,
And as I tread into the uncertain,
The void caved in and they said my soul was for sale,

But I was between the devil and the deep sea, (cover)
Quietly disapproving, as if their looks could kill,
And if they could, I would be dead a thousand times over,
And now its midnight, but not quite, and the world is still,

Waiting to see my reaction, Pleading to see my refraction,
And they lie in wait, not to harm but to hurt me,
And that’s the true punishment, my return from my investment,
All I get is another sneer that chips my heart, too far to see,

I was the bond, the glue, the solvent that saved the kingdom,
And because I wanted more, I was no longer Daddy’s Good Little Girl,
And they said, I killed the King, but I just wanted my very own Queendom,
And through the cracks in the mirror, the opened doors, I saw the secrets unfurl,

And I brought the truth to light, the blames that they pinned on me,
Yet it was not enough, and I became the Queen who could not leave,
They brought their pitchforks, their fires and their deepest sees,
But at least, I know now, I will finally be a symbol of peace.
ANVI TUTEJA