The dome of the spirit
The palace of the heart
Her sovereign realm is
Locked in the darkness
of the madness of loneliness,
casting the eternal spells
of sadness on the queen
unwanted, unseen, unheard,
betrayed by false courtesans,
courtiers, father, mother, all,
till the light of love casts over
the weeping queen’s head softly
with a gentle touch of the sun
in all sweetness evermore.
A Cat in the Mirror 
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