The bare nakedness of the attire, she adorns;
She’s bred into reality, by her necklace of thorns.
In her eyes, madness! Each fleeting moment,
A brand new tale, as a trial for her hearing;
Her futile attempts fail to cradle to silence
The baby evolving, in her eternal bearing.
Thus a kingdom of a breed, with the Queen in exile;
A tear trickles down, a concurrent widening smile!