The Crown

Beneath the sands of time there lies a crown
A crown alone upon an empty throne.
And on the other throne, alone, I drown.
Awaiting one to make this castle home.

For all alone, I simply cannot bear
The trials of this kingdom and its men.
For others, they are simply unaware
Of stresses placed upon my regal head.

So if you are a maiden of good blood
And of the mind to match myself in wit.
Before the summer roses come to bud.
Come meet me in my castle where I sit.

For you could be the one of whom I dream.
And we could make a real ferocious team.