The Queen of Hearts
Poem The Queen looks down, her tower piercing clouds, She beckons them to leave the woodland’s shrouds. She rests her palms on panes of moonlight glass. Come out, young dead, bare feet upon...
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Poem The Queen looks down, her tower piercing clouds, She beckons them to leave the woodland’s shrouds. She rests her palms on panes of moonlight glass. Come out, young dead, bare feet upon...