She is radiant
Strong and loyal
And I fear for her
Because the good don't last
Chopped down for the 'greater good'
The best of people flicker out of this world
'Please stay' I beg
But she is set
Her will must be done
She is the queen of this palace
And I am but a guard
Dearest Queen, I've felt the lumberjack's axe
And I shiver at the memories
And I lose myself
Why must you put yourself in his path?
Why do you taunt him to chop you down?
He is cold and unfeeling
His axe will swing
And down you will go
Should you fall, I will too
And I will lose myself in the knowledge
That I could not protect you
Because I am a peasant
And you are the Queen
Your will is law
I am scared
I am so scared
It is hard to breathe
As my mind supplies all the ways
Your plan could go wrong
Please, dear Queen
Spare me the knowledge of your plots
Because I am weak
And I am prone to break
Lately I am prone to break
And my mind is not okay
So please spare me
Until I have healed
And I will chuckle at your deviousness
Once again.
This is why I don't write during panic attcks