The Sadness Of The Real Queen

the Sad Queen
has killed her lover

her kingdom demands
that she has to be alone

Power is always a jealous
companion

the lover is buried
in her darkness

today she shall visit
her People

Walk with her powdered
face

thick with her laces
seriously enough

she is the Queen of Power
the Symbol of her People

No lust can keep her
Love, she does not worship

Friends she could not keep
Kin she must disregard.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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