Whose crown has reached a valiant angle
South from ever returning home
Whose verse shall always be detangled
Far from paths our wisdom roams.
Whose cherished reign breaks none to tears
Prior to any sea her weep refills
Whose patience mirrors seven hundred spears
Perishing while time conceals.
Whose beauty lies only in sight
Free to fall tomorrow
Bewitched with charms of open flight
Edicts all too thorough.
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