Tension spreads through the air

As I glare at Mrs. Alistair.

My blood runs cold.

As her hand I hold.

She struggles in the 6 inch heels,

While the attention of my man

She steals.

It has been two looong weeks

Since this tramp appeared

And as I fear

To Alistair, she's getting near

And nearer to his heart

Everyday

And I have gotten

Not a glimpse from him.

My heart has already began

To decay

For the pain

Of this

It Cannot bare.

I cannot bare,

Their public love

The kiss on her hand

The caress of her cheek.

It all has made

My love for him weak.

Though she is not as cold

As the broken queen

I fear that my love

Will remain unseen.