The Thin White Queen is now always on her own

As she sits ensconced on the glistening rainbow circled throne

No one can touch the coat of fur so soft

That keeps her free and always held aloft

From all the strife of wagging tongues so sharp

And keeps her heart settled on the holy lovers mark

They have all forsaken her and left her to defend

The rights of the people she does like to comprehend

That lovers come and lovers go – she knows it well

And all the majesty of her position does her heart swell

They go – they never come and all is left to weep

As over hot coals she dances in her bare and slender feet

Come now dear One, come and wipe away her tears

Dispel all doubt with a hand held out against the fear

That ravage her psyche night and day

That love itself, in person, will now forever hold sway.