A Crown For a Queen
I tried, oh I tried,
But the wound was way too deep.
Water wont douse the fire,
When it's a flame that we seek.
I dug up your ashes,
Hoping you weren't asleep.
Do your dreams mean anything?
They tell the death of Kings.
Copyright © Vickie Hurtt - Thayer | Year Posted 2023
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