Queen, a lonely role to play,
As she weepeth down at her husband's grave
Her spouse dead
Alone she must rule
She danceth away her sorrow
In the halls of the ballroom
Curtains wide open, the moon her only light
Solely She flutters into the tremendous sight
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𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘
Poetry𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐈𝐦𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲) 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.
