Title: Metaphorical Kingdom

Character: Drew T.

Summary: And though the weight is heavy on your heart, and victory tastes more like tears than lipgloss, you figure it doesn't get better than this.

Notes: So many metaphors! Can you spot them all? This is a take on Drew's thoughts when Piper became the Head of the Aphrodite cabin - enjoy!


Your prized possession is your tiara.

It shines -

it shines so bright,

and you stare at it,

the personification of your glory,

in wonder.

And though the weight is heavy

on your heart

and victory tastes more like tears

than lipgloss,

you figure it doesn't get better than this.

xxx

Your tiara is a polished stone

that you cover with colour

and plastic

and gold

to make it what you deem

to be pretty.

Funny how the tiara was better off how it was.

But never mind -

bounce back, darling,

and add another gem to your

masterpiece.

xxx

Thing is, honey;

you may be the fairest of them all,

but a mirror's just a mirror,

showing you what you want to see.

That drawbridge is closing,

sweetie,

so you'd best hurry up,

unless you'd rather

drown...

xxx

Your high heeled shoes go

clip clop,

like an executioner

walking to her axe.

(Bejewelled, of course.)

You pick up your skirts, cut that pretty little neck

that rivals yours,

and dust off your fingers,

silently deciding just what shade of

red nail polish

you'll choose today.

xxx

Princess, princess;

don't you understand?

You are nothing without your people -

there are your lifeline,

your popularity,

your wealth,

your crown.

They can break you, ma'am,

and they won't hesitate

to do so.

Just wait 'til you stop

peering round corners,

Beauty Queen.

xxx

But what do you know?

You're just a worldclassbitch;

a scratchingbitingclawing little girl

who believes in the rule

NO RULES!

It's the only way to live,

after all,

for a daughter of Aphrodite,

a queen of the realm.

xxx

Your stained glass windows

are all boarded up, baby,

and your servants have all fled.

That moat's gonna flood,

angel,

and you're going to watch

from your turret,

'cause you and your tiara are safe up there,

whilst your

(metaphorical) kingdom burns.

xxx