A Queen Quest
A queen's quest for Ligure
rubbed off her feminine figure,
her pages of pure pericope
was marred with daring dope.
The fallen trees, tempting, trivial;
dull cloud at a clear quadrivial,
not a dream yet wierd and
mystical,
made a royal race illogical.
Unbelievable, the skies told her
lies,
an empty reservior, her sour
suprise.
@26th July, 2013
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2013
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