Starchild

These are the Musings of Queen Cleopatra Kotromanic, known for her notorious sleepwalking:      
     
January is gone,      
     
Thirty one crossed out days since The Fall,      
     
Thirty one stakes,      
     
Through thirty one broken hearts.      
     
Thirty broken dreams,  
One long unrelenting Scream;
     
Fate seals the dream with a war-torn Freeze.      
     
She withholds the key, then disappears.      
   
A sleeping corridor Speaks:    
     
"Now which way to go?      
There are far too many doors!      
     
I hear a voice, I see a vision,      
     
Oh my God, I see an apparition!"      
     
Familiar takes me in his arms,      
     
"You, my Starchild, are the only One."      
     
A magpie blows his trumpet,      
     
A choir begins the chorus,      
     
"Winter snapping smashing skulls, now try speaking in unison, while the queen bee basks at bay, we shall not come out to play! A Winter blanket shall be spread, summer's grasses are all dead! The curse can only be reversed if your Queen stands as Head!"