(Marle’s Song)

Chess peices
pets on a leash
I hold the strings
I hold the power
and they are just dirt
under my heels

Regal Highness
they should be bowing at my feet
licking my toes
thanking me
for the beauty and light
I have graced them with

Even he
who gave his life for me
is nothing
just a breeze through my hair
for the time being
and when he no longer amuses me
I will throw him away

Isn’t it great
to be queen?