Her figure cloaked
Precise as sculpture
Her eyes closed
She'd seen a world
Being dismembered
And sleeps to recover
As the world burned
By violent uprising
She dreamt a better day
And her majestic grace
Made its way
To the reality of others
She dreamed
And slipped behind the cover
Of a veil made of silk
Her mind created hope
A world made serene
Her throne diminished
Begging the people to now
Bear her crown
And become sovereign
Without a need for queen
