When fool saw what death had inspired as a painting,
it was all she could do to stop herself fainting.
It took her a full nineteen hours to recover,
amid several requests for some help from her mother.
Oh fool, please don't fret, please heed my advice,
and things will soon pass from naughty to nice.
Say death, death, death, death, death, death,
death, death, death, death,
and let go all fear in one deep exhaled breath.
Say it, until it has lost all dark meaning,
for the fear you are feelings' not seemly in queening.
A queen knows that death is just part of the whole,
so she sheds her old skins with a song in her soul.
She finds courage to face it in all of its forms,
and bravely moves forward head high through the storms.
