Your Highness

your highness,

a pure sagittarius

that wears a white dress 

and circles around the pond

in between the

afternoon and dawn

your highness,

a queen without a crown

not asking for

anyone to bow down

she’s there in 

times of need

she wants everyone in 

this world to be set free

your highness,

sitting lonesome on her perch

watching down the clouds, 

I try to listen for her words

you’re not here anymore, 

but I can feel that you’re around

you straighten up my back 

when my head is drooping down

your highness,

I beg that this won’t be the end

I know that someday I shall 

meet you another way again

for now, I will sit and 

watch the grass dance

I wish cancer didn’t exist, 

I wish you had a second chance

- Leah Rae