Cersei Lannister Literature

Cersei (poem)
Tiana Hennings

The lioness roars a proclamation of power,
of prestige,
of presence. 

The savannas are the basten of life;
her steps keep the cranes and sparrows centered
in the skies.

My eyes overlook the world.
My eyes look upon buildings
that glisten or collapse.

Bowing was the only viable solution
after the hyenas walked in front
and gawked to take what is mine. 

The hyena stay bowing after they stop laughing.
They bow out of clarity when blood 
seeps from them.

My walk is the declaration of being alive
in spite of it all;
in spite of my chest

that keeps the depths of the ocean inside of it.
The deep ocean with creatures who carry
disappointments on their backs.

I have always known
how to get out
of the water. 

My hands direct the songs.
My eyes see the barricades in my way.
My voice bellows when no one else’s can
move pieces in favorable ways. 

The world keeps glistening.
It’s not that I hope it will,
But I know that it will.
My mane will pass down
to keep us flowing in the wind.

My roar demands it.
My roar is final. 

The dragon has a million strengths,
the wolf a cunning fight.

But the carcass remains in my teeth.