The Royal Queen

I felt a tear one day, Craving to descend from its royal chair Yet, the guards considered so unfair For they are being to let go of someone close today Slowly, their shadows began to fade One by one they left their stage Fear that their tear's, their queen's age Would quickly flick with a sharp blade The tear awaited for the precise moment Admiring the view of her empty royal hall Smiling to its magnificent walls standing so tall Slowly again....the guards marched away with accipient.... Now...the time has arrived Where silence filled the hall Whilst the last guard bowed; displaying the song of the walls Brandishing the magnificent sight viewed Alas...the tear's alone For she has beckoned goodbye To all the guards that were her friends standing by Yet again it was time to let go and move on Light entered through a small pore Pervading warmth into the wall's skin Sedating their sadness and pain For though the tear shall leave, a new one shall arise once more.... Tardily, the queen's glow disappeared... As it scarred the person's cheek Falling down towards the chin's peak Dropping; nourishing the tender ground.... "she's Gone" was the parole of the day Dust of gloom overcrowded the atmosphere Scripture of agony painted the beautiful cashmere Of the wise queen's royalty that once nit the strings of love, remaining at bay..... I felt a tear one day, Craving to descend from its royal chair....