The Queen's Theory

There sat the Queen,
the one who sat blissfully.
She sat with ignorance,
she sat with a smile,
she sat with Judas kiss.
Never did anyone displease her,
ever attempt to double-cross her.
But one soul did juggle the queen's
faithful nobility.
The queen's right-hand,
her devoted pauper friend.
She was nothing but a beggar.
She roamed the streets,
looking for money,
anywhere it can be.
Even befriending the queen
was all part of her plan,
to make her rich friend
pay for all her aspirations.
There came a night,
a night so beautiful.
A ball went on to celebrate
the magnificent queen.
The queen was all-around
socializing and such until...
A bright sight caught the eye of the queen.
Her pauper friend way up high,
up the top of the stairs,
dazzled everyone with a majestic dress.
She memorized everyone
and could not be compared to no one.
The queen envied her,
but knew she had to hide that.
The pauper walked across the hall,
to talk to the queen
and knew what she had to do next.
The queen smiled at her friend
and so did the pauper.
Both knew what came next.
The friends stepped outside
only for a minute.
In came only one friend ,
covered in blood.
Revenge was sweet
for the friend.
She finally got to kill
her best friend.
Her lovely friend,
she adored.
This friend held in her hands
a piece of a majestic dress,
she never had....