I think the world will never see
a queen like the Singer Queen.
She's got it all: the crown, the king
All but a peaceful night's sleep,

Her nights are endless; her mind unsound
Her smile is gone now that someone else calls for her crown.

She fades away,
Her eyes are glazed,
Her heart now burdened with unfamiliar weight.

The hard days are harder;
Now consuming her light.
Even those golden eyes are shadowed by those endless nights.

She sings a song; so bittersweet
"The only person in my head is me."
What a lie that can be;
Even the Singer Queen has whispering dreams.

They found her in the bath,
water stained in a silvery hue.
Her last words still sing:
"My mind really hurts,
I do not know why,
But i'll listen to the dreams,
And die like only a Singer Queen can die."

e.i

This poem was inspired by Queen Coriane Jacos from the Red Queen novella QUEEN SONG. I wrote this the summer of 2018.