ash
.like a cruel queen
tied to a crude stake
she burned in the flames of fate
for one day she did meet her match
snakes of fruition began to hatch
her castle sank within its moat
and serfs did punch holes in her boat
and dragons breathed with burning breath
and sanctioned life with scorching death
her credit cards did rust, recessed
disgraced just like her family crest
she once sat high all poised and perched
believed her strengths outweighed the church
now pawns all pale in worthless white
sent viruses to her website
computers crashed and turned to ash
and thrown out with the evening trash
this cruel queen, this crude stake
she burned in the flames of fate.
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