Captive Queen, A Sweet Formed Melody (2)

My beautiful Queen, prisoner of fate, How cold these bars that lock this mighty gate; But do not rest uneasy in thy cage Though years be long thy heart must not dismay. I hear a song, a sweet formed melody That once graced thy lips, sing it then for me In voice as pure that blends with nightingales' Beneath this moon, a sight we both can share. Despair not, I hold a wild blossom, Though frail, it fought and reached out for the sun, Despite heat and winter's frost it became, Opening itself to this earth through hope and pain.