The Queen

The queen sits upon her throne
In her palace of ice and snow.
The stars above her glisten
As the queen says a prayer.
She prays for liberty
And for life.
Does anyone hear me?
Her heart does cry.
But no one hearkens to her words.
She is always praying
Always wishing, always hoping.
One day, she says
We will all go free.
But then she remembers
The time and the day,
And remembers who she is:
A slave to never escape,
Until her dying day.