Queen of Beauty
There was once a land
full of wonder and warmth.
It had the greenest hills
and the bluest sky.
With a mind for politics,
but a gentle heart,
during twenty-six years
you ruled that land.
It all changed suddenly
and you had to go back
to a world as grey as this
in the aftermath of war.
By the hand of the Lion
and the breath of a King
you were transported
to where once you had been.
The land was a wreck
you were sad to see,
but with hope and strength
the King could take what was his.
You had to go again
to the same dark land,
but this time you knew
you wouldn't come back.
The land of the Lion
was well behind you
(but never in your heart,
even if it turned a taboo).
Forgetting that land
was harder than it seemed.
Sometimes you would cry
recalling what you lived.
But life must go on,
in spite of your pain;
you decided to rule
in this land, just the same.
There were no politics, here,
no armors or bows for you.
Instead you wore lipstick
and dresses you donned.
Your siblings complained
that you weren't true,
they never understood
you were still the same you.
Invitations arrived,
to parties and dinners,
and in the grey lands
you became queen.
This time there weren't arrows,
there weren't armors or horns.
but you always were
the radiant southern sun.
For the 100 prompts Challenge in The Poetry Craze Forum, using prompt 20: queen.
Character: Susan Pevensie, from The Chronicles of Narnia
