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Queen ~ The question of power

Queen

I am the queen of the dense green forest;

That forest where all blooms green;

That forest in which 

The stalkers of the night prowl with a menacing snarl.

The queen has little power over her kingdom

FOR WHAT SHE WANTS DONE.

For parts will rebel against each other

With battles imminent

In the cold, bleak future.

Yet --

Can there not be sunshine

Even hidden in the clouds of despair?

Verily, changed in all shapes and forms

We take few, leave few

FOR WHAT WE HAVE TO DO.

I go back now to the starting of the track

And watch the train drive by

With nothing but a plume of smoke

- so innocent smoke that - 

Left behind. 

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