A/N: Written for the Halloween Advent 2015, day 20 - hay rides (write an unintended relationship). Also written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, word prompt #400 - grain (prompt applies to this poem only.

The Queen and the Bad Man

9.

Am I a rabbit in your trap, I wonder? You like hiding them
where you think no-one sees, but I thought I'd had them all
so why are we still here? Why are we still dancing
this same dance? Why do I still come to meet you here
on the mountain pass?

Spellbound, perhaps, was right. Akiza thinks it's the adventure
that simply a strong duellist can never give another strong.
Maybe she's seeing something I don't as well. She laughs
and says I'm too uptight. Says I should just enjoy the chance
and try not to toss him off the mountain path or into jail
while I'm at it. Fair enough, I guess. Might be interesting
and I don't have an awful lot to lose, or that someone like him
can just swoop in and take away.

Still, I wish I knew what went on in that head of yours.
Now those sounds more like a test than a silly pick-up line.
I flunked it, didn't I? I guess I must have but I still can't work out why.
You're still a masochist and a hopeless fool to me.
You attacked Yubel when her ability just reflects damage right back.
You destroyed Yubel when you knew she'd only come back even tougher
You challenge me even though you know you're going to lose again
and what are you going to do when your meagre cash runs out?
I doubt your friends will stay. They're laughing, now, aren't they?
They want to get ahead and you're lagging behind
or is all this just a ploy
you three have made together? But you chose a poor target. I'm not sympathetic.
Not to people who remind me like the old Crash Town anyway.

Do you want me to save you? Is that it?
You're Cindarella and I'm the charming queen who'll sweet you up
and dress you up in fine clothes and take you to the ball and court you
then and there? Maybe it is cruel to say no, but I wouldn't trust you
that far. Not yet. Maybe not ever because you're a slippery eel
under that simpleton personna of yours and I don't plan
on letting myself get stuck. We can have fun, though. Akiza is right there.
I don't have to be the pretty clean white queen, bored out of my skull
and you wormed your way under my skin just like you wanted, just like you tried.
Let's see on what wobbly road you plan to go and take me on
and I'll be the curious snake, not sheep, that slithers along.