This is her kingdom.
She stands on top of the world, afraid to look down.
Her crown weighs on her head.
What is the best way to rule?
Whom should she knight?
Can she save her people?
When weapons are drawn and blood is lost,
Will she be able to mend their souls?
When disease drops loved ones to the ground,
Will she be able to nurse their hearts?
Her crown is heavy,
And she is getting weaker.
Worry dwells on her shoulders,
Her mind is cluttered,
Her body is getting worn down.
She cannot sleep with the thought of the possible destruction of her land.
She cannot eat while people in her kingdom are starving.
Her gaze kept out her window.
Her mind wandered, and her body weakened.
While her spirit was living, her body was dying with only good intentions.
