The Queen

The Queen                             

She was born to be a star
And conquer this worlds war
Her passion knew no stopping
No obstacle would be a bar

Noble was not her birth,
But Imperial her souls worth,
Her presence could only mean,
She was this worlds queen

She fell down a hundred times
Then picked her pen and wrote rhymes
Then stood up tall and strong
With armour and sword long

The glorious sparkle in her eyes
They said she was lies
As headstrong as she was
they called her arrogant imbecile

With tears in her throat
And smile on her face
The confidence never left her eyes
As she watched the dumb and wise

Terrified angry and scared
They tried to put her down
Play with her emotions
Or even destroy her crown

None could ever deny that mind,
That was beautiful and kind,
None could stop her stride,
That she walked straight with pride.

The times she broke and fell,
she herself mend
Never did she falsely bend
Righteousness with lot of love
And passion wins, in the end.