The Queen

[billy]

She sits on her throne
Afraid of her power
Eyes of pansies, lips of berries

Her heart, like a crescent moon yearning to be full… is like needed?
A spirit like the sun burning, setting us on fire
She had a youthful wildness yet a soul as ancient as the gods [a comma would do the same thing as yet]
and as mysterious as existence

Her walls once guarded by forbidden ivy
She can’t remember why
Hailing all to her kingdom

She frees her moon heart to earth,
Claims back her oceans and skies
Now not afraid of her power
For the first time she opens the gates..

i like this a lot though i think it needs fleshing out. it has a feel of darkness to it, an escape of sorts back to the real world. you could make it sparkle if you cut away any little words that don't do anything but extend a line.

thanks for the read.