Swan Song

She trawled the woods to find her lost heart Out of view and hidden deep underground Still beating, wrapped in muddied cloth The Queen was once more born But returned to find the moon had already risen Overnight her court had fractured and decayed Heretic! they cried in unison And marched their unfaithful Queen away The Queen tried to contemplate such a revolution Her once loyal subjects had fled Heavy is the head that wears a dirty crown For she fixated on her own swallowed breath Hers was a reign bloodied by ancient ideals Forced to abdicate her throne and sceptre An eternity of solitude exchanged The Queen wept for the new monarch Life unencumbered by her kingdoms glare She spent her final days in harrowed remorse The Queen knifed out her poisoned heart Buried it once more under the cold woodland floor