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A tree sits alone in the depths of my mind, 
the surrounding picture fades into fog. 
Yet I remember that day so very clearly, 
and I could never forget your absinthe bite. 
 
You lunged cruel words like an avalanche 
of torrential rain on a sweet summer's day. 
I lost something on that thickening evening; 
I lost the innocence of seeing gold in empty mines. 
 
You rested proudly on your branch of superiority, 
whilst I crouched way below. 
Why I sought your validation I did not know, 
yet I did, again and again... 
 
We were so young and you were so headstrong, 
a real natural born leader, and me a people pleaser. 
Leave then! You said as I walked away. 
Forgive me, your majesty, sat on your throne.

Queen's Throne