Colorize the Classics

A Queen went all the way ahead an fed with her vibe all around as med; sorrowed, for the throne was yet to be kept, for all were starving hunger and wept; for what once was theirs now melt. By war and thunder their sons kinder, fathers wept many years they left, for origin and root yet to be felt; a queen must pay all her dept. Duties were called; gov's uphold, by queen all patches were fold and once again the nation was cold, Queen nation. How diligent one can hold, a queens throne how bold; colorized classic that i'm told.