Once upon a time,
There lived a queen
Who ruled over
Almost everything.
On her head lay a
Crown of woven thorns…
Almost sharp enough
To pierce her mind,
But not quite.
It pierced her scalp instead,
And her skin it bled, it bled.
Just not enough…
She sat upon a throne
Almost suited for royalty,
But not quite.
She was weak;
Her heart had been broken before.
It was not enough pain for her
Entire kingdom to see,
But almost.
She was almost enough
To pass for beautiful
But not quite.
She faked content with regality,
Watching the others being chased
By love struck eyes,
As she struggled to chase away her failures.
She looked on with a full smile
That one could almost say was empty…
But not quite.
Indeed, she was almost good enough
For a king
With whom to share her dom.
But not quite.
A lonely crown sat in an almost empty throne
Beside her
And her love stood before her,
Privately offering almost his whole heart…
“Your highness,” he said with a half smile,
Gazing into her eyes.
Her soft heart almost melted completely,
But not quite.
He had taken his place beside her once before…almost.
The queen was a hidden warrior,
Lined with almost enough battle scars
to begin to sew shut the gap in her life,
But not quite…
Almost enough for all of them to respect
And sympathize with,
But not quite.
Indeed it turned out,
She was never really queen of anything,
But almost.
Her very name reflected the fact that
she was still just a princess,
Not yet grown out of her physical youth...
But almost.
[Aged and worn nearly to death though she was
In every other way.]
And she longed for
nothing more,
Almost.
And so it was and so it is
In this God forsaken dream
That in a deadly world
there almost lived a queen.
Once upon an almost time,
In a castle on
The mountainous hills of a
Beautiful almost rhyme,
In a kingdom, a life
That was almost mine…
But not quite yet.
Not quite ever,
Have you guessed?
Her court and her subjects
Almost raised a toast,
To an almost leader
Who was their almost royal host…
“To Sabrina,” they would say,
Who could later almost boast,
That she was, in fact,
the queen of everything Almost. |
Submission Name: Aut Caesar Aut Nihil;Ave Atque Vale
