Green green.

Sickly green.

Only in this color am I a queen.

In these lonesome halls.

***

Growing, twisting, unfettered growth.

Cancerous weight forever held down.

Carried from place to place wearing a mangled crown.

In these dark halls.

***

Oh, I would never dare to cut it off.

It would mean the end of a horrible dream.

Then who else would dare to become the queen.

In these mad halls