Queen

Queen

She looked up at the stars,
With her sorrows and her scars.

The beauty in her eye
Was like a battle cry.

Her image haunted his dream.
The silhouette of a queen.

A lovely girl watching the night o’ black,
And the moon and stars who gazed back.

-based off Throne of Glass novels

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