The Dark Queen standing proud.

The Dark Queen standing proud.
Wearing a cloak to be hidden in the crowd.
In midnight black she wanders by.
Is she hiding or merely shy?
Trying to hide her true being.
Of what darkness is she fleeing?
Her feet carry her on relenting.
As words from her mouth are lamenting.
Yet beyond all this endless despair.
Still she has this glow so fair.
Blinded for her own strength.
Even forgetting help is at arm's length.
Others will still hold her dear.
She is not alone and has nothing to fear.