Once upon a time,
In a land far too close,
Lived a Queen.
She built her kingdom with her own two hands,
Ten slender fingers,
One aching heart.
The Queen has no name,
The Kingdom has no army,
Her Crown pinches her head.
Rain falls every once and a while,
Fat tears falling from the sky
That the Queen commands.
The Kingdom is bountiful,
Of knowledge,
Of peace.
A traveler appears,
The Queen is weary,
They kill her nearly.
The Kindom is weak,
With no army to defend its streets,
The Queen shrieks for peace.
As the traveler leaves,
The Queen rebuilds what is left,
Used to this sort of petty theft.
This time she stacks her walls higher,
Digs her moats deeper,
Hopes her kingdom is strengthened by her fear.