The bright sun shines upon her face,
while loyal subjects admire her grace.
They question "How could we compare to thee?"
No one could compare to her majesty.
She sits alone on her velvet throne,
her pleasant manner has only grown.
There is no sorrow in her eyes,
no tears she has or will ever cry.
But here she sits in her courtly manner,
ignoring all her fears.
It is she the kingdom relies upon,
forced to ignore the tears.

My shadow crosses the polished floor,
true identity unknown.
Heart creeping through the world unclaimed,
searching for a home.

Not a person in sight,
they all left me.
No hope remains,
I long for a new beginning.

Who would dare enter my life,
I'm waiting to be found.

As auburn skies fade to black,
her heart sings for that one black cat.
"Should I question my actions?"
"Will you ever return?"
She sobs these words holding that one black cat's hollow urn.
"You told me to stop your pain inside."
"But how would I know mine would not subside?"
Cleaning the blood off the floor,
crossing the room to close the door.

She can't stay still from fear:
she knows,
the neighbor's suspicion only grows.
Bright lights fill her home, invading her privacy.
News reporters filming for all to see.

She remebers the day she said her vows,
the day she married the cat; He's gone now.
Put in a padded room, she is isolated from the world.
That one black cat is never to return,
she put his ashes in the urn.

Striped wings scythe, sailing across
The late summer sky, wraithing kites
Wrangle with nimbus streams streak,
Banded birds knowing of deaths trace,
One can see such sound which circles
Make, def cries low by an insects wake.