Ashli

To swelling fanfare she traverses the aisle;

Approaching with grace, imbued with regal style.

The full crowd engaged, she comes into her own

As she ascends the stage, a queen to her throne.

The court convenes with all pomp and circumstance

As those hoping for favor start the old dance.

She gently speaks the words that begin her reign

And establishes her glorious demesne.

Ceremony done, sing out jubilation!

Her rule is begun, cry out exaltation!

And so she is enthroned in splendor, the Queen;

Accepting homage and gifts, noble and mean,

While clamoring subjects her feet do surround,

Causing the walls with fervent praise to resound.

But I stand lost in the too distant shadows,

Another faceless entity glimpsed below;

And although this painful knowledge keenly burns,

Yet still for her recognition I do yearn.

One day my utter devotion she shall see;

All my heart’s emotion is for Queen Ashli.