The Queen [king Fall] Poem by Hell 'Farya

The Queen.
Her crown heavy, her heart a stone,
She played the part, yet stood alone.
A pawn or player, who exactly could tell.
Her whispers wove a binding spell.
To guard her child, to keep her throne,
She danced on threads of blood and bone.
Harlot, her king called in his slumber.
Dog, the prince's soul tormented her.
Yet riled and hated for such sacrifice,
Choked in own blood, she found no justice.

Oh, a kingdom far west.