GOING RETRO: QUEEN OF NO KING

Wrote this while at my VERY FIRST job, doing security on a cold day with no jacket on. I got bored so this came out...


Queen of no king.

How oft she bore sanguine tears,
Nigh a trickle when the albatross flew
How oft the bell rang clandestine melancholy,
Nigh the screams, a shrieking few.

How oft she hummed the sirens hymns,
Nigh the letters lit ablaze: canvases of morose whims.
How oft the baited breath flows along the swaying willow,
How oft her anxious hands swam in the satin below.

The lady of the land weeps gently in her prayers.
The queen of no king rifes the ocean with stares.
The queens gaze steadfast evermore,
as the sanguine tears doth know
the king shall return nevermore.