An unequal world served as her beckoning,

It was an everyday battle for her every right,

She vowed to be a queen in the tyranny of the king.

Looking for passages and tunnels for hiding,

She moved silently in the cover of the night.

The unequal world served as her beckoning.

Knew when to attack and when to take a swing,

To come back and live for another fight,

She’d be a queen in the tyranny of the king.

She spent her time training and waiting, biding,

Taught herself lessons from a helpful knight.

The unequal world would surely cause her beckoning,

Paid her dues and hellfire she did bring,

The guards and the king froze at the sight.

She knew she’d be a queen in the tyranny of the king.

She christened herself Queen at her own crowning,

With the blessing of the universe under the starlight,

In an unequal world, which served as her beckoning,

She was the queen in a tyranny of the king.

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Note: The poem is a ‘Villanelle’, which follows the following rhyme scheme: ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA; with Line 1 and 6, 12, 18 the same and Line 3 and 9, 15, 19 the same as well.