The queen had a white face
With red lips, drawing the attention
Of the millions that cried out there.
The queen never let a drop of tear erase
Her dignified powder off her face.
The queen sat on the golden chair
And her beauty were coined with diamonds.
She had them on her body
To poke her heart through the invisible blood.
The queen stood there, silent
As if the cries of the people were reflected back.
She had the crown, she had the diamond-
She had the utmost freeze upon her aura.
The queen was always straight up
She had abundant diamonds, to twine her beauty
As to bruise her inside endlessly without mercy.
The queen dutifully wore the crown
In a way that no one could dare to touch
With absolute dignity and sorrowful nostalgia
Of the once peaceful heart, that she had in her youth.
When the queen went down
She felt the endless pain
But she never cried it out
For that was all that she ever knew.
And that – that silent tear finally fell
When she finally let her bear face be shown
As she took the last breath to say
“I am the queen to never fade”
Then her diamonds broke opened
For the final writhe, that even the queen had to struggle for.