The queen awaits
your arrival.
She waits to
hear your voice.
She sends her
guards to fetch you.
For you to do
what she wants
unhappily she waits,
as you trudge
down the trail.
As she looks down upon
you, you think I
do not wish to
serve her. Run!
In and out of
holes in rocks
winding your way
up the trail, up
through wall
street up, up, up
never stopping to
catch your breath,
running all the
way, the guards
far behind you
making their
way up wall
street look up at
you and sigh a
sigh of lose, and
you stop to catch
your breath.
by Melanie (age 12)
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