This is a poem inspired by one of the images from Kevin’s No Theme Thursday (03/21/24). The Dying Queen In her still, grey hall she waits alone. She has lost her realm, her healthy lustre. Her skin is pale like ashen stone. She sighs, and finds she cannot muster the heart to sing with her … Continue reading The Dying Queen
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