Thursday, March 8, 2012


The creasing light of dawn,
Shall it be the call?
To signal the new Reign,
Under Frindle's name?

The King's dreadful blood,
The Queen's mourning sound, 
To the daughter that was not to be,
A dead upon the living.

The trees scream and cry,
The fey hide their white faces,
The pale moon stand above,
Now hidden under the cloudy cover.

The new Reign has come,
Frindle is now on the run.
Look out,
Of you could be her next victim.


  1. Frindle, she is hopeless indeed, yet only leaves us to hope. It is reverse psychology.

  2. It's very true. She will lead them, but will also plunge them to their demise.

  3. She turns normal in the end I presume, unlike Bill Gates who thinks he can rule the world.