Seems like gold

The Queen is loving, and whispers plan to take shape.
Silent wanders around the vast grounds make others too nervous to speculate
The only other sounds the castles manages to break,
Are distant screeching waves and hurried birds calling for mates.

The Queen seems shiny, exciting and profound,
A Jewel crusted tiara ties her head up, to remind her she’s bound.
After a full day of service comes alone time to gently weep
Till Her Majesty sleeps, sweet dreams of grand plans to escape;.

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