The Queen

She danced in an array of colours, And balanced upon threads of gold, Wrapped in everyone’s ventures, They would steal pieces of her soul, She could flip like a coin and turn her weakness to strength, She knew how to maintain and how to present. But deep in the layers, She felt their pain as her own, A Queen beyond appearance she earned more than the throne. A healing touch from a seductresses lips, I won’t repent this bliss.