Sits a Queen

A lucid dream would seem obscene
  Unless you lived inside it.
The churning scene where colours bleed
  But only just a wee bit
The queen who weeps beside a throne
  Where previously sat her love
The price she paid to be alone,
  Emotion denied. More of
Illusion, feeling false within
  Hiding a heart in the dark.
Repeating past so she would win
  Wondering was he worth the mark?

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