They threw her out- The Thin White Queen

Thinking they could escape the loveless in between

But they lost it all, her love and care

Vanquished was their psyche bare.

She retreated to the palace a place so heavenly

Where peace dropped slow from the atmosphere gently

Waiting in close regard for the coming day

When all would be revealed and they would stay

Close to her beating heart

That beats for them so far apart

Her mind in tune with the Father above

Peace reigns in her as a holy dove

No wrinkle or spot on her peaceful psyche

Sleep seeps into her nightly

Gentleness and love is her chief concern

For loves gentle caress her heart does yearn…

Stay in the peaceful spot

Love will come when war is stopped…