The treasures of a kingdom,
A love letter and a spear,
Which was better?
Love or fear?
Fear was always hiding,
Striking into hearts,
Yet afraid, herself,
Afraid of falling apart.
Her face was but a mask,
But demanding attention all the same,
Blackmail and threats,
You didn't even need to know her name.
Love was always there,
Waiting calm and patiently,
Giving strength to others,
A beacon of hope, so lovely.
Beautiful in every way,
She sought to shield and protect,
Greeting us with open arms,
It is she we cannot forget.
Mighty kings have fallen,
But all true to their word,
To rule with only one queen,
According to whom they preferred.
Dangerous,
Both ladies of white and red,
Have lead their kings to victory,
And to the nightmares they dread.
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