Beautiful, they’ll say.
She shines like a million
million stars, a million
miles away.

She looks out upon
an unending dominion.
When all else is past,
she’ll still rule dust.

But feel not joy for
our silent protagonist.
She will rule for eternity,
in shining still solitude.

There we have it,
our queen of all.
A statue of gold,
will watch, forevermore.