{"sf1_id":1824514,"sf2_id":"q1xNJ9Zm","title":"poem - The Goblin Queen","author":"Scrub Pine","words":1151,"posted_at":"2022-02-27T16:38:00.000Z","tags":["Fantasy","Gangbang","Lesbian","Poetry","Transformation","goblin"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1824514-poem-the-goblin-queen","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/q1xNJ9Zm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6e/da/6eda4673-8e71-4ed9-b940-dd75d3894a31","description":"#1 of Poetry\n\nA poem, equally inspired by the short story \"The Shining Pyramid\" by Arthur Machem, and the poem \"The Goblin Market\" by Christina Rossetti.","content":" **The Goblin Queen**\n\n_by Scrub Pine_\n\nThe Princess Daphne was most comely\n\nof all the girls at court\n\nAnd there were none whose favors\n\nher look could fail afford\n\nHer voice was sweet, her fingers neat\n\nher eyes, as deep as night\n\nJust to catch her glance in passing\n\nwas any heart's delight.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;But the mother of this winsome girl,\n\nhad a grave whose grass was green\n\nAnd the king had not kept bare his bed\n\nbut took another Queen.\n\nNow, this woman was no villianess,\n\nshe was neither cruel nor kind\n\nbut no mother's adoration\n\nwas cause to blind her eye.\n\nSo her charming, fair step-daughter\n\nshe saw just as she was\n\nand for the heir, kept little care\n\nand would not mourn her loss.\n\nAs the King was growing older\n\nand no sons to take his place,\n\nthe Queen now spoke of Daphne's faults\n\nand plainly made her case.\n\n_\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Your daughter is fair to behold_\n\n_but little more at all._\n\n_Her mind is like a child's_\n\n_though now she's grown and tall._\n\n_\"And this small kingdom is no dowry_\n\n_to which wise men can be led._\n\n_She will win no noble hero_\n\n_to stand at your armies' head_\n\n_\"Nor could she keep the realm alone_\n\n_'Twould last from May to June._\n\n_Her passions never stay a day_\n\n_but wax just like the moon._\n\n_\"Her eye, it may be winsome,_\n\n_her skin as soft as down,_\n\n_but her neck is far too delicate_\n\n_to proper bear the crown.\"_\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The King, he sat a moment,\n\nabout these words he thought.\n\nAnd found that he did full agree.\n\n'Though he wished that he did not.\n\nSo a plan was made to elevate\n\none from his fighting band.\n\nAlthough, such a thing is difficult\n\nwith a legal heir at hand.\n\nThus, the girl, she must be hid away\n\nthought lost, or even dead\n\nlest enemies take cunning\n\nand disrupt the monarch's head.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Therefore, the chambers were prepared\n\nthe girl within to stay\n\nwhile others would hold rule at court,\n\nshe would here live out her days,\n\ndeep beneath the gilded halls\n\nof the palace's estate\n\napart from any leaded pane\n\nwhere sun could penetrate.\n\nYet, no shortage here of richness,\n\nthough deep the chambers lay;\n\nThe couches plush, the linen fair,\n\ntheir colors crisp and gay!\n\nCherubs crossed an azure vault\n\non dabbled painted wings,\n\nwhile woven knights knelt at the walls\n\nto take their ladies' rings.\n\nWhile all within, a fire's light\n\nfrom a grand and lordly hearth\n\nmade the flecked supports of marble dance\n\nas bright as any stars.\n\nAnd all this was a sure delight\n\nto the kind, but simple maid\n\nwho never once perceived how she\n\na prisoner was made.\n\nStill, sore she grew for company,\n\nfor none could know her there.\n\nA frown did form upon her lips\n\nto crease her visage fair.\n\nTill one day, she heard a sound\n\nfrom just beyond the wall\n\na_tinking, tinking_at the stones\n\nalike a blackbird's call.\n\nIn the corner of the room\n\nwhere just it met the floor\n\na picture of the same bird stitched,\n\nthough ravenous, and torn.\n\nBut Daphne's fingers barely touched\n\nthe hem, all for to see,\n\nwhen full silence did retake the hall;\n\nall scratching sounds retreat.\n\nStill, with trembling fingers then,\n\nshe made to lift the veil.\n\nAnd what a marvel there beheld!\n\nA tiny stair to scale!\n\n\"By Stars!\" exclaimed that hapless girl.\n\n\"What features here, to find!\n\nI'll stretch myself unto this passage\n\nthough harshly it does wind!\"\n\nFull of passion, was the girl,\n\nshe meant the words she said.\n\nAnd as she stooped beneath the stones\n\nthe crown fell from her head.\n\n_~The heel of hand, a silken band_\n\n_Blood beaded on a thumb_\n\n_Say none will stray when falls that day_\n\n_As Heaven beats Her drum...~_\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Such words were written on a wall,\n\nor else heard in a dream.\n\nAnd on the brow of this poor girl\n\nthe faerie forms did team.\n\nTill last she murmured from her fall\n\nAnd sitting right again,\n\npeered through the gloom and saw to swoon\n\nsmall figures, light and thin.\n\n\"A goblin horde! But where's the Lord?\"\n\nNo figure such was seen.\n\n\"Still! There must be one among you whom\n\nis rightly called the Queen!\"\n\nThe goblin maids looked one to each\n\nout shining yellow eyes\n\nand turned their sights to fair Daphne\n\nthe stranger to apprise.\n\n\"Yes...!\" said one, and then cried all.\n\n\"She must to see the Queen!\"\n\nthen put their hands upon the girl,\n\ncompelling, with their need.\n\nSmall fists clutched her mantle's silk\n\nand took it from her form.\n\nHer gowns aroused their shadowed eyes\n\nand about her they did swarm.\n\nThe goblins lifted up the hems,\n\nthey pulled the pearly twine\n\n_\"They've never seen such clothes,\"_ she thought\n\n_\"Nor jewels as fine as mine!\"_\n\nHer buttons were unfastened,\n\nher skirts fell to the floor,\n\nbut still the tiny maids all sought\n\nmore pieces to adore.\n\nThey wove their blacked fingers\n\nall through her golden hair\n\nthey pulled the locks and bent her neck,\n\nand stripped her bosom bare.\n\nThey took her slippers from her feet\n\nto poke her tender soles.\n\nThe rosy buds that crowned her breasts,\n\nthey pinched and roughly pulled.\n\nTheir nimble, needful hands did move\n\nto seek her private spaces,\n\nand their aching kisses, wet\n\ndid fall in twenty-dozen places\n\n\"_What's this...?\"_ cried now, alarmed Daphne.\n\n\"_How guests here are received?_\n\n_There should be justice dealt to all_\n\n_when once I meet your Queen!\"_\n\n_YES!_They all then cried aloud.\n\n_She must receive the Queen...!_\n\nbut yielded not their fawning clutch\n\nand made the fair girl scream.\n\nTo this, one little goblin stirred\n\nand spoke apart the rest,\n\nher wicked words like poison oozed\n\nfrom lips on liquored breath.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"_Our skin as green as holly_\n\n_for seasons deep in mirth_\n\n_but your flesh is pale as_ _are__the clouds_\n\n_that never touch to earth._\n\n_\"We'll throw a noose around this star_\n\n_and pull her to the stones!_\n\n_And, Aye! My__sisters, love a girl_\n\n_to claim and make our own..._\"\n\nAnd like a lordly stag is fell\n\nwhere hounds have found his flesh\n\nfair Daphne was there drawn below\n\nand never granted rest.\n\nLoose tresses of her amber hair\n\nclung wetly to her neck,\n\nmade warm in dungeons damp and chill\n\nby demons' fevered breath...\n\n\"_Enough...\"_protested meek Daphne,\n\nHer voice, full soft and frail;\n\nThe words alike a starling's wings\n\nthat push against the gale.\n\nWhile underneath her milk white skin,\n\nher blood coursed like a rill;\n\nwaxed like a lamp 'neath frosted glass\n\nwhose flame is heighten still.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Smothered in the swarming touch,\n\nof arms and fattened\u0026nbsp;thighs,\n\nher moaning now made indistinct\n\nfrom out the goblins' cries.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The fair Daphne did cease to be;\n\nshe's sought, but never seen.\n\nWhat remains? A thousand arms, and eyes\n\nand lusts\n\nof the Goblin Queen.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1823192-poem-the-true-story-of-rudolph-the-reindeer.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1915308-poem-brer-fox-and-sister-cotton-tail.json"}}