What would it take....

With so much at stake

I, a Queen and you, below my station.

So we leave it to rumor and speculation without any hesitation.

Knowing there is more to risk than purely reputation.

I am selfish and cannot bare to part.

So I put matters of state behind matters of the heart.

At first, it was exhilarating.

Now it is exacerbating.

The agonizing option of love or power looms.

Pain of ensured separation consumes.

What would it take to make you understand?

Without an heir, my responsibility remains to this land.

Forevermore, I remain Virgin Queen Elizabeth beyond reproach.

You will be the last love to ever my bedchambers encroach.

It's only when the city sleeps...

The dark inside me will awaken...

I am alone inside my head...

The light of the day is forsaken...

Memories and worries obsessively replay....

From which there is no escape....

I long for the sun with the promise of a new day....

But alas the city still sleeps...

Voices in my head loudly chatter.

All coherent thoughts shatter.

I stumble lost listening to the rain patter.

The hallucinations that unfurl before me do flatter.

My clothing is fashioned with rags a tatter.

Traces of blood from scratches a splatter.

Never silence, loud booming noises clatter.

But not all is lost, there are those that still matter.

Who am I? Why deary, clearly I’m the mad hatter.

Wild hearts can't be broken

But my tame heart is broken

Laid to waste with the bitter pain

Of tell tale scars of unrequited love

Run be wild and free and leave me

With the other untameable forces of nature

I will drift along the river alone in thought

Pondering in my gondola if I will be Ophelia