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The Ruler

Bruised and alone, yet tall she reigns

Rising from the cornered chamber to balance her heavy crown

Her pride visible as banners caught high on a morning squall

With subjects of seclusion, regret, and hate eager to await her command

She obliges their hunger, cautious of the offering

It will not last. It will not hold sway

The borders must be sealed and the walls rebuilt

She will not stop short. She will not falter again

None will be spared once she holds dominion

The guards will destroy all who dare near

Such is vital for her succession

Long may she rule 

 

-- Deanna M. Jessup