by Sara Junkins '23
All the crafted cards
Fly by in a shuffle
of swirling symmetry,
Hypnotizing as they masquerade
In the guise of sameness.
But on one of the unseen sides
Looms the sinister shadow
of the Queen of Spades,
The mysterious mistress
Dictating Fortune herself,
Changing the fate of the game
At the appointed time.
Undesirable yet lusted
After, she lures in sailors as a siren
In a sea of mirages
Of promises of riches and forever favor,
And silently stalks her prey as a mountain lion.
She captures all the kings, stakes them with daggers.
She imprisons the queens and locks them away,
Former friends becoming forever enemies.
She steals all the hearts and pins them to her wall
As trophies, like butterflies unable to fly away,
And bursts them with darts as though they were popped balloons
Containing all hopes and dreams
Of winning the game.
She cloaks herself with night
As she rides her bicycle
As though it were a mighty steed
Triumphantly tromping through darkness.
She shoots the moon with bow and arrow
Until its light fades.
Mistress of Silence,
Mistress of Death,
The silent cupid who strikes unaware…
Beware the Queen of Spades,
The Queen of Broken Hearts.