The queen sat on her thrown of sorrow,
In a skeleton of a castle,
Chest carved out hollow,
Her crown was now a shackle,
The kingdom she called home,
Now lay in waste,
Just like the fall of Rome,
The queen was now a disgrace,
In a skeleton of a castle,
The queen still sat on her thrown of sorrow,
Her kingdom was taken by a battle,
Taking with it her tomorrow.
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Diary of a Dreamer
PoetryThey say you're a dreamer Cause your eyes are sewn shut And you've got your head in the clouds They say you're like sleeping beauty Never gonna wake up until your knight comes to kiss you But it's been ages and still no sign of that white horse and...
