‘The Queen’ – Ahmarnya Price
In her tower
All forlorn
A Queen, she stands
Looks to the land
Her heart
It longs to be reborn
Upon a breeze
To find release
From a life of solitude
Servitude
Dissolves in vision
As arms, they rise
To bless the skies
In the light
Of indecision
She grasps the door
And asks for more
And wakes into a world unknown
So many things she should have said
So many things she wanted to
So many things that she has seen
So many times she needed to
Collapse into the arms of peace to find
That she is kind
© Kacey Patrick 2004
Revised and recorded by stringmansassy for Dragonfly (2004).
Kacey Patrick 