The Fallen Queen
From the castle,
With its high walls,
Rings the sounds of bells,
And the echoes of laughter.
I see crowds,
That pass by,
Almost in a blur,
As I’m strapped into place,
Looking toward an horizon I cannot reach.
It’s the noise,
That almost drowns in silence.
It’s the people, so numerous,
They almost fade around me.
I exude a strength,
That could make the earth shake.
For such is the plight of Queen.
To wear a mask,
that speaks of relentlessness.
No weakness filtering through.
With the crown adorning my head,
a sword that could cut through iron,
And eyes, as sharp as glass,
I could make the world bend,
But maybe, in truth,
I’m the one bending to it.
Because behind the light,
the darkness keeps winning.
Behind a gaze, assured,
Broken pieces that linger,
never quite go away.
I watch in the distance,
Where the past and present converge,
And I long for illusions I can barely grasp.
I dream of a love I can only loose.
And all that remains,
Is a heart that breaks,
And a crown that has darkened.
