A Queen without her King I am.
Strong indeed I am.
But strength washes away.
And so does my resolve.
Can't you see how I feel my love?
You make me wait while you're at war.
Holding a falling fort I am.
Awaiting your return .
When shall we return to the way things were?
When we'd tangle in tales.
Or spar in the courtyard at dawn.
This palace isn't home without you.
And in your absence I am not me.
You are my reflection.
Is that why I see no me?
I wait at the window, staring out through the pane.
Footsteps I hear yonder the doors, is it my love?
Or are those phanton memories that taunt me so?
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