Fanart: Freddie Mercury

Sounds of the stage

from the speakers scream

for any and all people

who would cry out for a Queen.

The beauty is for many

but the burden is for few –

punishment for love

even after law withdrew.

The world knows my name

but the I is reserved,

disrobed only for those

my hearts bleats deserved.

Prison of the body,

unseen and unweary,

unknown even by the hatters

mad with Mercury.

Haunted

I’m haunted

by a thing invited

and a thing that invades.

I permit it

to a room’s space

and at every corner

I find it behind my face

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