She

She sits atop an ivory throne
with ivory skin and ivory bone
and window barred and door of stone
but no one comes to find her.

She waits in halls as cold as ice
and listens as the bell rings thrice
there was no gain, this is the price
yet no one comes to find her.

She watches as the days go by
with wounded heart and dampened eye
no fate man ever did deny
and no one comes to find her.

She saw the men as they did flee
she saw their death as you see me
and she cried a lonely heart to be
for no one comes to find her.

She always knew t’was here to stay
she knew she’d never get away
she does not even dare to pray
as no one comes to find her.

She saw her fate and here it lead
humanity hanging by a thread
what life she had has long been shed
so no one comes to find her.

She sits atop an ivory throne
with ivory skin and ivory bone
and window barred and door of stone
and no one comes to find her.

The End

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