La reina

I knew a Queen once,
Back when time had robbed her of all grace or reason.
Stately she stood,
staring past her cream-colored prison walls,
dreaming of a world once lived
but lost forever.
The white tiger constantly stands by her side,
its' protective presence ever guarding,
keeping at bay the madness
clawing against the walls of her mind.
The queens' gaze is calm, but confused,
the only sign of the turmoil within.
Long has she pleaded with her kind prison guards,
protected, but betrayed by her own flesh and blood.
She has supplicated for eons, but the resolve of her gentle captors
makes steel seem frail by comparison, and mocks her frustration.
Bolts hardened by love and care hold her captive,
locked thrice for safety,
for the world outside no longer cares
for queens without reason.
So there she must stay,
until deaths' merciful embrace will free her.
The last beautiful reminder of a time long lost,
and ideas long forgotten,
just like their Queen.