I was the fortress

You were the Saracen

Striking from within

The citadel breached

I had to surrender

My queenly ways to you

But fate always takes

A forbidden turn

In the annals of hate

You were ousted

By your own wicked hand

Chance isn't held

At your verbal demand

Your fall from grace

Borne from your actions

Leaves no space

For contrite reactions

A king once toppled

Has no recourse

But to measure

Bastardized words

Try reconcilation

Resemble remorse

Yet when

The royal plan fails...

Contemplate

Efforts at

Personified

Revenge...

The same hand

Of Fate

You depended upon

All these years

Flipped your fortune

And now you realize

The consequences

And the loss...

All too late.

[Edited 12/13/11 21:48pm]