A Hidden Queen

She rules with an iron fist, but such grace and bliss

Yet among the shadows she remains

For her subjecs yet do not know

That their fair lady is among their mass

With beauty and kindness that will never pass

She only hopes that one day

She'll never have to hide away

And the ones who ignore her pleasnt preasure

will at last see her

As the young lady she is

A lovely girl and a hidden queen


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