The Queen of Spades

My smile fades

As I watch the facades

Put on by the Queen of Spades

As she sits upon her high horse.

Theres a cat on her shoulder

Watching her get older

And the fire in her eyes grow bolder

As she sits upon her high horse.

Her hand has been dealt

Her pain has been felt

But she keeps her feelings under her belt

As she sits upon her high horse.

When no one can see

She runs to me

And cries miserably

As she sits upon her high horse

She chose this road

And now feels the load

Shes carried since she left her abode

As she sits upon her high horse.

Her smile is gone

But will return at dawn

And she will prepare for another day of facades

As she sits upon her high horse.

The Queen of Spades.