Her crown had slipped.
Ruby's twinkling like blood,
Once shining gold now tarnished.
Her petticoat soaked in mud ...
A queen by nature turned
Peasant by fault
No idea how it began
But that didn't change the result
Born from riches and beauty
Turned rags and trash
Used to bark out commands
But it was gone in a flash
The pride is still there
The fight is still strong
Yet her crown has slipped
And it's felt so long....
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Beautiful Nightmares
Poetry"I'll have a smoke here A drink or two there Anything to numb the pain Because life's never fair.." .... Poems of all sorts of nature, a collection of my writings.✨️ Contains mature content✨️ There are both fictional and non fictional pieces in this...
