Title: The Queen of Everything
Author: Kristi H.
Style: Ottava Rima
The queen sits upon a throne,
Of magazines, knick-knacks, and gadgets,
Yet, with such things, so alone,
The monarch resides like a poppet.
Suitors for her are unknown,
For her favor is tricked like a locket.
One cannot imagine the splendor,
That incures such glamour as hers.
The throne room is filled with silks,
Gold, jewels, and things that decay,
Nobody there knows flowers wilt,
For each peasant cares just for a day.
The queen's words are like a sword's hilt,
Bared, but no one hears her say,
How much the queen wishes for them to,
Go back to their homes that are safe.
The queen has nobody to call,
A friend in all of the court.
Her "friends" are a gossiping hall,
And jesters are simply a sport.
Someday, the great queen will fall,
And all of the court will snort.
The queen's prized, possessive smile,
Will last for just a while.
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The Ottava Rima stanza in English consists of eight iambic lines, usually iambic pentameters. Each stanza consists of three rhymes following the rhyme scheme a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c.
