Too shabby to make the grade, too smart to ask the question

Walking the streets of the city looking for certain desecration

The long white coat, the flowing greying hair

The Thin White Queen looks on in her despair

Who will release the power within the heart

That has bourn the brunt of the eternal smart

And sought the resolution to the pallor of loves grave

She wanting eternity and all she possesses to save

The soul of one so ignoble and untrue

His pain and unforgiving heart to ensue

She true love did grasp and hold it to her chest

A snake in the grass, an adder to beat the rest

That she seeks for yet another day

Hope fills the void that no one else can stay

For eternity holds the key to her rampant soul

For the waves of the sea forever roll.