she lay on the muddy side
pearls set to drop from her eyes
in her vicinity the others strayed
not bothering to wipe away the pain
perhaps she really is an outcast
not worthy of their clan
her color to all's dismay
was the darkest part of black
her beady eyes stay lost
no hope of help now pesters
a dark gloom is what's at bay
with every breath nearing closer
she sits there deathly still
calmer than the heart of doom, if it is
for she no longer cares
how her end comes after this
the sun grows black today
all light covered by a dark disc
the clan thinks the outcast is evil, pray
they don't know whats coming their way
for the darkened day makes the black one shine
she can feel the power in her veins
her stone eyes look now yellow
her brightness in now so clear
she spreads her wings so huge
like a swodsman heaving his weapon
the sparkle from her blinding
the black queen's mind now clearer.
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