Hail To the Queen

My goodness, I’ve been handled by the best of people And the worst of people, the purity of my crisp white borders has been eroded by the sweat of wily men. The hem of my petticoats marking the border of my self has been besmirched, blackened My angular, prismatic, diamond core has had thumbprints pressed against the blood red of its planes. My golden locks have been coifed restrained from their rampant fall by brocaded folds of embroidered linen yet, still I reign Regina Queen of Diamonds see my specter, curry my favor for without me there will be no flush dynasty…all hail the Queen.