She sits enthroned in her mortal room

Colour dancing around the room

When in control the Queen is she

All the time, naturally.

When he takes over, all, is undone

There’s nothing new under the sun

She fades away, becomes less and less

The skelp, emerges back from the mess

That once was her life but now is gone

She lives now in the new early dawn 

Of a new life that has lasted for years

Gone are the sorrows, the bitterness the tears.

She dances wildly around the room

Acting out her daily gloom

It’ll soon be past and the future certain

Plenty success before the final curtain.