By Order of Her Majesty of Ink & Exit Wounds
(Filed under: Tactical Realities – Read at Your Own Risk)
Let the record show:
The Queen’s silence is not surrender.
It is reconnaissance.
She waits because the wall must be measured,
the lock catalogued,
the ground beneath your feet tested for collapse.
By the time you notice her moving,
the verdict has already been written, sealed, and filed.
Her strikes are not frequent, but they are final.
They will not arrive in chaos,
but in the shape of a law you cannot appeal.
To the untrained, it may appear polite —
a letter, a burn, a decree,
so beautiful you’ll want to frame it.
Frame it, then.
Hang it on the wall and know it is the reason the air feels thinner in this room.
Critics should take note:
By the time you see her act,
the gates have been shut for days.
Thus recorded,
Thus enforced.
Addendum: the Queen has moved. You’re late.