Sage Queen
Broken.
Ripped and torn.
Out of ashes she was born.
A woman scorned?
Or Karma.
We all kneel.
For she’s had a bad deal.
Curses to give.
Broken dreams to follow.
Hard to get her.
Harder still to forget her.
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