. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Dark Queen

Monday, September 28, 2026

The Dark Queen


Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 


This transmission is a modern take on a classic romantic and high-fantasy lament. 


It explores themes of instant love, fallen grace, and emotional captivity.


Here is a breakdown just for you of the core themes, imagery, and emotional trajectory:


1. The Spark of Passion (Lines 1–5)


• The "Soul Catching Fire": 


The opening establishes an intense, immediate, and consuming attraction. 


Fire represents passion, but also foreshadows destruction and the eventual "burnout" or torment described later.


• The "Poor Liar" Oath:


The speaker emphasises their absolute truthfulness.


To deny this love would not just be a lie; 


It would be a spiritual curse, cementing the authenticity of their feelings.


2. The Fallen Monarch (Lines 6–8)


• The Tolkien King: 


This is the emotional anchor of the poem. 


It evokes images of Aragorn (Strider) in exile or Thorin Oakenshield—kings who have lost their kingdoms, their glory, and their purpose.


• "Who no longer sings":


 In J.R.R. Tolkien’s lore, song is tied to creation, hope, and light. 


A king who no longer sings has lost his joy, his voice, and his connection to his truest self.


3. Captivity and Hesitation (Lines 9–10)


• "Rut of never-ending buts": 


This line introduces a sharp, modern contrast to the fantasy imagery.


It represents analysis paralysis, self-doubt, and the real-world obstacles keeping the speaker stuck.


• The Dark Queen: 


The transmission takes a dark turn here. 


The object of affection—or perhaps the speaker's current situation—is personified as an oppressive ruler.


• "Iron and Rust": 


Unlike gold and jewels associated with rightful kings, this queen is wrapped in decay (rust) and harsh control (iron).


It suggests a toxic relationship, a binding duty, or a bleak reality that has trapped the speaker's fiery soul.


Shall we begin? 

        

(A lone voice whispers) 


When I first saw you

My soul caught fire


If I said different

I'd be cursed forever


To be a poor liar


So now

The man that you see


Like a lost Tolkien king

Who no longer sings


I'm caught in a rut of never-ending buts


Serving a dark queen covered in iron and rust


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy



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