By: Gus Victoria
Queen of Bohemia,
With endless dreams
Borne on sturdy wings
Lent by Mercury to the faithful servant
That ever in your light
Marches on,
Without cease he marches,
Princess of his heart,
To that once-distant palace
Where you promised him a home,
No throne to be his,
No crown atop his head,
No scepter in his hand,
No power to wield
Over man or beast,
Only a humble heart
Of an innocent girl
He thinks now lost.
Queen of Bohemia,
Will you give life to those dreams
That once filled your own heart,
Will you turn lush again
What time has withered?
Princess enthroned
Will you welcome the traveler?
Your Prince dethroned?
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