Of Destiny and Station
She didn’t know much about destiny,
When her father gave her to the king;
Sudden to be joining royalty-
The privileged future that would bring.
But she was well aware of station
And spoke such nuance well;
This now became her obligation
To serve inside his citadel.
She never got to choose
If she’d rather be afield,
It was never hers to lose,
Solely hers, if first she’d yield.
But destiny would leave its mark,
And bludgeon her with purple hue,
Once the truth all mute but stark,
Convinced of nothing she could do.
Once his perfidy was fully seen,
As the insolent shameful thing,
“Balls,” cried out the injured queen,
“If I had two, I would be king!”
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