Your castle erodes away, the moats have crumbled and gone,
dark knights that you dubbed have fled, you find yourself alone.
Furl your flags beneath your feet, set free your crying doves,
Let your teardrops quench the sand, as you weep for your lost loves.
Neptune will cradle you, fair queen, when tides rise with the moon,
dawn will cease the search for you, your reign was over too soon.
Many unborn secrets yet dwell, within your fruitless womb,
never to come into this world, the sea will be their tomb.
The queen is dead, long live the queen, as others take your place;
new castles built, with moats around, they wont recall your face.
New flags will fly, new queens are crowned, it is meant to be,
these are doomed to follow you, swept away by wind and sea.
The sand will swallow all traces, every turret so grand,
One is merely queen for a day in a castle built on sand.
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