Character Poetry

The Queen

Fridged of a wintry heart
Of those she was forced to leave behind,
Sitting aside her silken bed
Despair conjuring in her mind.
Years pass in an empty castle,
The loneliness only sinking deeper,
Longing for the warming touch
Of those who were loved and near her.
Corruption began to grow in her sick and weary soul
Through the gaping empty hole hatred fills,
Black like coal...
From all in whom she'd known and seen,
She will now forever be known as the Queen.