Queen

She is always claded in stunning ornate gown
Her head carries a preciously jeweled rich crown
She is the queen, queen of her house
A status given to her, by her spouse
The jewels she wears are marvelously stylish and suggestively expensive
But the sadness on her primped face is deeply pensive
She lives in a magnificently huge and majestic castle
Hidden mysteries these immense well-fortified structures unravel
Each and every piece of furnishing is decoratively proud and exhibiting royalty
But to all these exorbitant valuables, she is bound to be show loyalty
That huge palace with miles of green yard woos your heart to frolic
Nonetheless her ownership to this aristocracy is just symbolic.
Many a treasures are in her possession
Yet to have them is transgression
To express herself and her choice
Permission is granted but no voice
Whenever she puts up a question
Reply to her is laced with sarcasm
The authority given to her is blown trumpet
Fact unseen is that she is just a marionette
Still she is queen, queen of her house
A status given to her, by her spouse!