The queen

 

The queen arises with grace and beauty 

Ever so elegantly waves to the community 

But Hidden within her great big dwelling

The secret that lies is quite compelling

 

For when her portals close at night

The demons in her mind come out and seek fright 

They feed on the darkness that lyes in her heart

Due to the solitude that tears her apart 

 

But then in the break of day 

All her demons soon decay 

She puts on her mask and puts on her face

For she must hideaway her feelings and act like everything’s in place

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