Queen

They say she awaited her knight in shining armor
that she was destined to be rescued
But she wasn’t just a pretty little face
Here’s how the story truly ensued:
Tired of waiting in the tower so tall
She hung her hair on a hook and let the tresses fall
Down the golden mane she slid to the grassy green
She didn’t need a manly savior, for she was a queen.
She was not a trophy to be won
but a beautiful soul to be cherished
No price could ever be placed on
the glow of her face that never diminished.