Small Collection of Poems

These are by Wolfy, do not steal or tamper with them please!

What is that glowing near the trees? So beautiful and bright, majestic if you please.

She is but a mythical queen, Forgotten as the ruler she had been.

Her majestic shine radiates gold Blinding to look at, or so she's been told.

She's not alone though, she is followed by a sliver, Everywhere she goes, a spike with a shimmer.

The sliver will speak, yet utter no sound, For the queen will not weep, should the spine hit the ground.

She finds it hard to bear wearing the crown, Overshadowed by the gloom of her frown.

Yet when the sun comes out, her smile is wide, For the shine of the light gives her no need to hide