Waiting For the Queen
Her calm fettered visage reveals nothing
She is as stoic as any sentry
I imagine she is secretly hypervigilant
However, she is unyielding
A plethora of pernicious bats
Might have trouble dampening this queen.
She probably enjoyed stinging the others to death
I watch her traverse the honey comb highway
In an ethereal, astral state, I watch her movements.
She is larger than I thought which increases my fear
Each heart felt buzz a bit louder as she closes in.
I am the last potential queen to be eliminated.
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