Last I heard, the Queen was in love
Would you believe it?
A cruel Queen, in love
With an angel she did meet
While she was all hazy with his scents
He promised her a new beginning
He promised her love and he was all decent
His eyes were enough to reveal this opening
Never did he use words
Never did she show her swords
Yet, she does feel scared
For her heart has not yet been repaired
I intend to keep myself tuned
To the melodies the Queen would be tuned
For with love comes only pain
She had felt it once with great disdain
Yet, angels are of no harm
They always do have a charm
This one managed to melt our Queen
Let us hope she does remain, in her duties, all serene
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