A Hidden Queen
She rules with an iron fist, but such grace and bliss
Yet among the shadows she remains
For her subjecs yet do not know
That their fair lady is among their mass
With beauty and kindness that will never pass
She only hopes that one day
She'll never have to hide away
And the ones who ignore her pleasnt preasure
will at last see her
As the young lady she is
A lovely girl and a hidden queen