For one quiet day,
The queen sits and rules.
Her subjects love her,
Her people adore her,
She is royal and good.

Her palace shrieks,
Insurrection crashing about her ears,
Crisis biting at her jewel adorned heels.
Yet she slays in her finery,
Marching about the halls
Because her people absolve her.

This Queen is good.
This Queen is royal.
The people love thier Queen.
Her peers loom over the queen.

The day is quiet.
The queen does good.

For one quiet day.