The queen sat, soot faced, in a heap upon the grass
She wept over all that could have been
She wept over the past
But as the morning sun broke through
And the smoke began to clear
The queen realized the burned down castle
Was the freedom she once feared.
And so the queen set off that day,
A new song in her heart
Excitedly contemplating what was to come
Grateful for this brand new start.