The Queen of Nineteen Trebles
Over Dwyrenland held sway
And Heimlenholm and Ruddland
And many more to date
Yet, “My kingdom for a sceptre”
She oftentimes would say
And none did understand her,
So grand as she was vague.
For she had a crown of moonstones,
And the mountain leopard’s cape
And in her right hand firmly
Shone the sceptre of her state. Continue reading “The Queen of Nineteen Trebles”