A Crown For a Queen
I tried, oh how I tried,
But the wound was way too deep.
Water can't douse the smoke,
When it's a flame that you 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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