I sit and I stare at a body so bare not a single hair can be found.

It moans and aches as I lay awake, another sleepless night I am bound.

I toss and i turn as my full stomach churns, thinking of my queen and her crown.

I dream of a dance, and maybe just a chance, but odds are I'll be shut down.

So I'll stick to my corner and yearn no longer for the woman in the pale gown.