She was a sunrise,
Driving away all the darkness,
Bright like a flame,
Driving moths like me to madness,
Like rain in a desert,
Giving life to a soul less matter,
She was different,
Not royal,
But a queen to me,
And to my queen I was loyal,
As I was lying  wounded in nothingness,
She filled the void with her kindness,
She made me something I never was,
A warrior of certain class,
And as I was ready to fight,
Before the battle there are some cries,
So I sealed our bond,
Gave away my heart as a price,
And as I stood with the aim to protect us,
Our fate separated us,
The poem is in the past,
My queen left,
I'm still a warrior I guess,
We never had a future,
No we never had,
Standing in this battlefield of life,
Have nothing to protect,
But I'll still fight,
I'm ruthless now,
My queen left with my heart,
I wished I was a king,
Kings are born not made,
And one more reason why,
They always get the queen,
And they don't even have to die,
And I believe someday,
In those sleepless hours of dreams,
My queen would walk up to me,
To return what she took from me,
My heart I wish,
My heart I wish.