A vision of Memoir

A tormented Queen

She's done with temporaries,
She doesn't want another set of fantasies.
She's over with the fake bliss,
and she's done dealing with passing memories.

She's covered with scars,
because of those temporary stars,
Acting like they're her dream,
but they we're just a meteor destroying her gleam.

As they coated her with the darkness of pain,
Like stars shining in the Galaxy--He came.
Never expected the knight has come,
Fighting her odds, and her sadness rammed.

Too dependent to the warrior she had,
always protected by that brave lad.
She's confident that everything will be well,
but she didn't realize that her own warrior could make her taste the hell.

She was shattered, tormented and used,
but she believed that she doesn't have something to lose.
She thinks that tears are not the act of weakness,
rather an epitome of strength behind deepest sadness.

Now she became a warrior of her own,
A queen in her kingdom, alone.
A damsel in distress who needs no king,
believing she should marry herself first even without a ring.