She’s a temperamental Queen

Sometimes exacting her

Minions to follow her command

Before she displays a fleeting smile

Then she waxes lyrical in her charm

Suspending all who go in search of her,

In euphoric trance where time

Has no clock save the rising and

Setting of the sun

Even so, many seasons may happen

On a day,

where she sits in royal splendor

Ostentatious in her utterances

and Within the hour

she draws a veil over her face

Yes, I am slave to her,

but sometimes the court jester too

And what shall they say about you?