White Queen In White

This is a gothic-style poem

A noble queen lies on her white bed
Her skin white and pale
White like morning snow gone untread
While, outside blows a deathly gale

White sheets of Egyptian cotton
Soft as deaths gentle touch
Her forlorn eyes have forgotten
The things she had once loved so much

Sleeping queen aged so fair, embracing-
eternity with all grace
Radiating a cold serene air, lost as-
A gentle breeze carresses your old face

Proud queen, peaceful now and forever
With lost daughters and sons
You will meet them all together
Beside other precious loved ones

Tapastries float off whitewashed walls
Lighted by lonely candles
In the distance a trumpet calls
Warding off deaths tactless vandals

Queen, pale, in her white bed, embracing-
Eternity with all your grace
About you, blackly veiled faces, utterless tread
Sweet queen dancing in death's solemn embrace