Her Throne, Her Law

Golden clouds decorate her sky,
Masquerades invade where ghost towns lie.
Servants labor to keep her pleased,
The princess wants new friends at least.

The fortune teller softly said:
“New adventures will heal your dread.
Give her space, let her emerge —
No man has seen such beauty surge.”

Her poor state is slowly improving,
“Everybody claims!” the angels proving.
Few bad memories still remain,
Only shadows of old pain.

A former prince once wrote her a line:
“One day I’ll return, just give me time.
For one day only, I’ll see your face,
I’ll paint it bright with a brilliant grace.”

But the princess grew furious, her heart would not bend,
She scrawled in reply, “Your trip — don’t send.
You think your presence could light my way,
As if you were a god I should obey.”

“There’s nothing left, I’m fine alone,
I’ll build my kingdom on my own.”
Three days later she sent men to his stay,
And to make this story short — his head was chopped away.