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The Queens Lament
I cannot say how it began
This reign of beauty and confusion
This traipsing out to sunlit meadow
Back to seeping cave
Or by which maps coordinates
Is traced this realm of smoke and smiles
I only know the mirror whispers blood and lies
And shimmers forth a pallid face
With ringed and wounded eyes
The dancing girl has writhed
And slapped her feet upon the stone
The low-burned tapers glimmer still
Within her liquid eyes
And in the shadowed tapestry
Silent at my side
The dwarf stands still as midnight
Gazing at her honey breasts
I have dreamed of horses
Thundering white and strong
And known the serpents sting
Unseen beneath the waves
Found a spring in a silent wood
And heard the hush of footsteps
Beyond the curving path
I can tell a sigh from a song
And do not spare the keening blade
That rends the envious web
My foes I find determined, salvation far away
The night is cold, the flesh despairs
and there is little left to say
I am the Queen
Gracious, yes, and noble
But on my brow the thorn is set
And no one, least of all the King
That coronation should forget
- Susan Davis Glazier
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