The Musings of Queen Cleopatra Dabic-Kotromanic

January is gone,

Thirty one crossed out days since The Fall,

Thirty one stakes,

Thirty one heartbreaks,

Thirty broken dreams and

One unrelenting Scream;

Fate seals her dream with a war-torn Freeze;

She withholds the key, then disappears.

"Now which way to go?
There are far too many doors!

I hear a voice, and there's a vision,

Oh my God, I see an apparition!"

Familiar, trustworthy, he takes me in his arms,

"You, my Starchild, are the only One."

A magpie blows his trumpet,

A choir begins the chorus,

"Winter snapping smashing skulls, now try speaking in unison, while the queen bee basks at bay, we shall not come out to play! A Winter blanket shall spread, and summer's grasses shall be dead! The curse will be only be reversed--when your Queen reigns as Head!"