Desolate Queen.

Desolate queen in an empty country

watching over weeds and trees

watching as she lives in bliss with him

there in the distance where it's green

A whole beautiful life

in the space of a breath

All made to look

like it has such depth

But tomorrow will come 

and it'll be gone

The queen will sit back 

and take a deep breath

her hands lay like blocks

on the arms of the chair

eyes painted on 

and the mind behind clear

Always she knew this day would come

dreams blow away and the bliss is gone

Smile to think that he has lived happy

never aware of the desolate country

But again she's alone

no one else will come

they all shrivel when she looks at them

no one is as strong

So she's left to do her heart's desire

Slowly she lifts her arms

and slowly puts them back down

And in the space of a breath

the desolate country is torn down.

Reviews

[Sky Writer]

Amazing ! I'm actually writing a story about this land without a Queen/King, I know it's the other way around, but your poem is cool :)

[Enigma Monster]

Thanks! :)