THE WHITE QUEEN'S LAMENT

She sits upon her throne, a figure pale. The headpiece presses down, a heavy burden of power. Her eyes are filled with a haunting sadness, a mirroring of the turmoil that surrounds her. The cards have dealt a unforgiving hand, and she is left to contemplate the cost. She sings her blues, a melody of regret, a whisper carried on the breeze. The Quee