The White Queen
by George Nakada
“The first casualty when war comes is truth.”
-Hiram Johnson
The sacred Queen, pure as snow, sat peacefully Amongst the cold steel shells of her loyal guard Carrying a white, blood-stained sword in her right hand
And a tattered banner with her left.
Amongst the cold steel shells of her loyal guard The young Queen smiled as she raised her youthful silver eyes
And a tattered banner with her left.
She now breathed her dying breath.