There she sits.
Red carpet rolled out
Leading to the throne.
Bejeweled.
Glistening streaks adorning her cheeks
Sparkling steams swimming in her eyes,
Waiting.
She bows her head,
Giving up, tired.
And the crowd rises
Excited, animated
Amused.
Waiting.
And there she sat
Lost,
knowing
But wondering.
and
waiting.
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