The QueenShe is the possessorThe Queen by ~EccentriKing
Of neither riches or royal blood.
She has no mattress,
Yet reclines on her bed of blankets
And smokes her twenty-dollar hookah
With the regal elegance of a queen.
They are hers.
She is a Queen of her own making-
The ruler of her own private corner of the universe.
Her features are youthful
Yet she is wise beyond her earthly years.
In her dark eyes
Glow the embers of an ancient
A Love deeper than the ocean,
Fiery and untamable.
She has conquered fear
And bends its essence to her will,
Bringing the entire world to its knees at her feet.
Many would love to have her,
Men and women alike