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.