Scream aloud, Mother Queen,
Soaring high, your servants be.
Ruling sky, Your Command,
Ne’er soldier out of hand.
Flying loops, ovaled clouds,
Higher up, few and proud.
Frozen springs from your eyes,
Crystal blue, royalty cries.
Canopy green on your head,
Men kill you, cut you dead.
Gasp for breath, do not bleed,
From your mouth endless stream.
Soot and dust churn your burns,
Grind powder into homes.
Towers tall trap inside,
Unfaithful few, run and hide.
Mercy begs, fall from grace,
Ending now human race.
Mother Queen she returns,
Reset all, her heart yearns.
With, without, she carries on,
You are with her or you’re gone.
All her time, no game lost,
Always win, any cost.
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Ashley Maureena
I am a resident of north Texas and hold a degree in History Education from UTDallas. I worked in the school system and for non-profits.
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