The Queen
The Queen
The hushed funereal tones
of a kingdom without heir
belies its peace and prosperity
a dull gnawing ache in the
belly of a nation who hungers
for the soothe of succession
while their queen yearns for
a hero like the one that
yet lives on in her lonely grief
til a blind oracle’s counsel
to seek a frog whom to love
pierces her piteous daze
and as she recalls that the true
valor of he who was her king
was the good he sought in all
she is warmly suffused
with rediscovered hope
and her people rejoice.
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