What The Thunder Said, Vol 4 - Page 14

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.