Slave to her muse with pain as her King, working her harder and harder each day! She cries as she fuse with his words. She wants not to believe. But...night after night his misery never going away, when the sun rise.
She tries to mesh together a calm face with restlessness emotion. But its not enough. God please help her find the solution to this inner commotion. Argh! Because its just not ENOUGH!
Too pist to thing straight, anger intoxicate her with every staggering step and yet she keeps searching around. Blindly. Trying to please her King because she is Queen. But uneasiness will forever lie in the head that wears the crown.
As she is soon starting to see.