She was a woman kept out of sight
Her silhouette caught in the twilight
Her body and mind longed for passion
She sat in the confines of her mansion
Alone, wishing for the white horse
and the Prince in possession of the force
To sweep her up her royal feet
And give her a kiss before they even greet.

She faced east against the glowing sun
Her mind told her the time was perfect for a run
She hesitated and contemplated and waited
In her agony, she turns to the mirror and nodded...
Indeed she was very young and beautiful
Why was an opportunity for love not plentiful?
After all, she was a young, and beautiful queen
Smart, charming, gorgeous, that's how it has been
Her eyes were very special, a crystal kinda blue
From early childhood, there were talks about its hue
So people began to call her a new name at nineteen
All because of the color, she became known as Indigo Queen.



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