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....
Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2008
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