Long Live The Queen
Born to the clapping of hands
And cheers and quickening of pace
To see the shining hope for the land
That came with shrieks and cries and scrunching of face
“We must haste! And mustn't forget--”
“Long Live the Queen!”
Raised for an utmost position,
That required careful application of masking paint
That required the role of silent, quiet, perfection
That required grace, politeness, and feet of a saint
Long Live the Queen!
Thin with stature and feet poised ever so slightly.
With a shining face filled with round cheeks, strained and stretched, no sign of fear.
A barrier built to hide the truth no matter how strong it shined brightly, No one
would ever see, not even a glimpse, that she despaired.
Long Live the Queen!
“What a life~” some have foolishly said aloud
“No work, no stress, no need to starve or weep!”
“Oh if thou were to cross the Great Divide, I would take thy standing and be proud!”
“Yes, yes, nothing but greetings and eating and the deepest of sleep!” Long Live the Queen!
“What a life…” some have wisely said in secret.
“Nothing but a yearly act, too much to always keep. Misery, which would make even I weep.”
“Oh if thou were to cross the Great Divide, only a fool would fill the void left.”
“No, no, nothing but farewells and diets and wide eyes that won’t sleep.”
Long Live the Queen!
Wave and bow and curtsy.
Those three actions were a constant thorn.
Wave and bow and curtsy.
Those three actions for her were a source of strife.
Wave and bow and curtsy.
Those three actions, with love and care, were there since she was born.
Wave and bow and curtsy.
“Who needs normalcy? Not her! She should enjoy a high-class life!”
Long Live the Queen!
At the midnight hour of a meaningless year.
With creatures and humans alike sharing slumber.
The guards, so keen and alert, mingled with Mr. Sandman without fear!
When the wake-up call sounded with thunder!
Long Live the Queen!
The smell of lost life and putrid air was a pervasive mix.
One and two and another in zest,
Whether it be those in mansion or the sticks,
Death wasn’t fickle in choosing from society’s worst or best!
Long Live the Queen!
“Oh my, now this is worrying!”
Feet scrambled to find shelter and haven to avoid Hell’s wrath
But they quickly realized judgement was to have none of their scurrying
“What is this? She has left the shelter and is in danger's path?”
Long Live the Queen!
Standing in front of fallen hands
And cursing and scrambling of pace
To see the murky despair for the land
That has come with giggles and laughter and relaxing of pace
“At ease! And to end habit’s sake--”
“Long Live The Queen!”