Queens, especially need to watch their ways
Keep themselves and humility displays
Not vaunted show and lustful wanting
Self debased and others lifting
She will walk the demure mile
Keeping clean within the style
All decorum being attended to
Brashness and boldness all eschew.
Watch Her ways, they will now increase
And the divas show will all decease
Watch Her swallow all her pride
Live life in the right to chide
That others lifted she will see
And live life in all humility.
The ball always seemed to be in your court
You refused the responsibility with curt retort
Refusing to talk or sort out the wrong
The hurt was deep and very long.
You work on feelings that turn to pity
Hiding in the depths of hate so pithy
Full of sin and covetous wanting
Recognition and acclaim vaunting
I wish I could have changed you- I prayed
But it did not happen and you stayed
A child and never wanting to share
Or for my pains you did not care…
Now I am alone and the darkness is outside
Only here with my Saviour I will abide
In the gardens of hope and the want of better days
Wishing you what you need and cheerful lays…
The Pink Queen is out of order and time
Her dignity and decorum not worth a dime
As she carps and quibbles with those above the ranking order
Never to consider the effects of political wrangling in the corridor
Of her perceived power and fake confidence ways
That undermine and integrity slays.
She’s out of power and out of sorts
All her ships have left the ports
And gone to warmer climes to see
The outcomes of one fixed so vehemently
To the settlement of home and family
Where she never can be wholly free
Left to eek out her meagre existence
And seek the road of least resistance.
The Pink Queen needs to find humble pie
And eat it before the trouble in her eye
Sees the bourgeoning of the White Queen’s power
Living life freely in the exalted, ivory tower.
Her heart is given so readily and vulnerable is she
Full of the power of protection and love given free
Her work is to keep the board so clear
And bring all outsiders close and near.
A softness envelops her closing eyes
As before the Black King a light will surprise
That she is His dominion and glorious bride
The Gold of Ophir is her robe to abide
In eternal bliss at the end of the day
All evil and darkness her psyche will not flay
For she a conqueror still and full of power
Living freely in the eternal lover’s bower.
She seems to glow with the threads of life
Her golden tresses a glory rife
Only youth and beauty will always be her domain
As over all the others she will conquer and reign.
The Red Queen and the White Queen sit head to head
The White Queen said “it’s time to head to bed
For the day is far spent and the night is long
We face life in the power of the strong.”
As the Queens hold sway over all that is riven
Hearts shattered and peace forcibly given
To the majesties of the heavenly realms
Who wait in patient sitting to awaken their dreams
Love passed over and they mourn its passing
Like two lovers lost in the final crossing
Of the Styx that will conquer all their vision
And leave only the memory of their divisions
The power of the Black King runs in their veins
Washing out the poison of the blood that stains
And giving courage to face the coming strife
As war breaks out and they are fighting for the life
That is certainly theirs in all the coming ages
And brings them restless to the comforting pages
Of the Black Book, the place of the final doom
Of all evil that will in the end spell the end of gloom.
She is silent and still having served a mighty shock
From a lover, once close but heart now a rock
Throwing her over for something less than real
The Red Queen acquiesces over the unfair deal.
He pushed her far away from his life
Separate and silent they side-step the strife
That would upset the royal court of love
Each seeking their own psyche to prove
That love will find a way, but not with her
The Red Queen fights the hurtful burr
As he roves out of sight to pastures of another
Leaving her heart broken and in need of a lover
Who will eternally keep her out of the gloom
And fill all her dreams in the world of no doom
Take flight as The Red Queen surely will
To mend her soul and tragedy and beauty fill
Her mind now open and being set free from the past
With The Thin White Queen who will keep her fast…
Never leaving the confines of the castle walls
The perpetual psyche forever falls
To the grace of peace in the white and frosty glare
Of the walls that bind them in to a home so fair
That keeps them dreaming of better things
And visions of all that money brings
To buy and sell their way out of bliss
Counting this world better than all of this
That is offered them from the hand of the White Queen
Who glides past and yet to them is seldom seen
That she has the answer to their golden dream
They wait and work and seek the better life
Without rancour in this outside world of strife
They live lives within the walls of peace
A prison for the mind and imagination deceased
That constant trial for the novel edge
The seeming constant billow of a sudden rage
That destroys all in its path to life and love
Conquering the hand within the glove…
She bought a coat of deepest softest blue
To cover her mortal frame from the wetness of the dew.
It rippled down like many muscles on her body
Like blue clouds in a sky so full and bonny
Keeping her free from the chill of the night
And dry as she walked home to imbibe the light
Of her majestic abode so rich and rare
Where many people would stop and stare
At colours and the myriad of the deepest blues
The fascination of the multitude of hues
That inhabit the skies where she looks up
For the promised Black King will come back up
To claim His true and lasting lover
And she her true beloved forever cover
The robe of the deepest blue
Royalty is ever her opinion due
Keep her warm until the day
When the Thin White Queen will fly away…
The Thin White Queen has come into her own
Her confidence and psyche have exponentially grown
Into the faith and trust in her lover The Black King
Who has taught her all she knows and will bring
Into the arena of life to show all who quibble
At one so defeated reduced and with heart-trouble
That has weighed her down but no more
She stands alone on a far distant shore
From all who have neglected and reduced
Her love to nothing but a concept produced
By bigotry, snobbery and all that is unholy
Rejected by her as one so lowly
Never again to need the praise of human folly
But upright living in heaven’s open beauty
That will last forever in her psyche and in rest
The only one, the brightest and the best.
The Queen sips on her glass of ruby red wine
The clock ticks forever and all the time
Waiting for someone who will never come
Alone she sits and waits for kingdom come.
He is so far away and out of sight
The Black and steely spectre of the Knight
Who wants her but she does not respond
The shadow of another brings despond.
The murky depths envelop her heart and mind
Making her view of love so deeply blind
Waiting for the one of thoughts and wishes
Who never leaves his situation so suspicious
Because of the gloom descended from above
That keeps his heart in chains of love
Her separation is now complete
The end game the mercy seat
There she will find the last reprieve
As to her Lord, the Black King she will grieve
That He loves her still and keeps her true
Bringing he gently and safely through.
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