Pawns Take Queen

In a glass palace serene
resides the Porcelain Queen

currently in a state

of solitary melancholy
over the extinction of royalty

The splendor of all that once was
packed away in crates
on the dusty shelves

of faded yesterdays

Cobweb clouds
descend from 
heavy gray skies
on the catatonic relic 
of a drunken figurine  
awash with regrets
as the sun forever sets
on her shattered
bygone empire

She knows full well

the wrecking ball of history

will not be forgiving

to her opulently privileged kind

who flaunted every excess

in the envious faces

of the now in charge peasants