Castle

All hail the queen               or heads will roll;
there is no other option.

She turns each street           into a stage.
Her scepter commands attention.

 Her castle lives,    all sight and sound.
The spotlight        is her lover.

 Others are simply               playing cards.
She discards         the jokers quickly.

 Outside, the marquee         screams her name;
it is mirrored        in her iris.

 Yet the theatre      stands empty;
bare,       except for her.