The queen reigns in her crimson glory,
A life she lives, an endless allegory.
She shows her cards, though her heart is pained,
The queen of hearts, the name now stained.

The joker’s act, turns The Queen’s frown,
He sees her hand, let the crown slip down.
He played his cards, to make her smile,
But, for she is lost stuck in exile.

Tale as old as time,
When women love, it is considered a crime.
This is not an ordinary tale,
Where the queen hides beneath her veil.

She rises from her sorrow’s shade
To love, to live not to fade.
Pleased by the Joker’s play,
She invites him in, as dinner is laid.

In her mind,an invisible string,
Bound The King and The Queen, in an infinite ring.
Yet, fate had woven as different scene-
It was The Joker and The Queen