Ghost Queen

Permanent residence.  
My testament
of abandoned cold  
hallways lined with  
ground floating dust  
that has long melted  
into the air like me.  
This dark fractured castle  
is my beloved shelter  
that is fit for a king  
but belongs to a  
ghost queen.  
Windows whisper like a  
beacon of ocean tides  
calling me to peer  
out and gaze to  
the haunted sea.  
I dare not go  
out there.  
Many have died in  
my honor.  
I have held off  
armies of ships  
multiple times from this  
fortress made of stone.  
Constantly guarding.  
Protecting as I fade into the  
frozen cracked walls.  
Room to room.  
Floating like a glowing  
amoeba with tentacles  
that stream like  
a forgotten dream.  
Only to sting  
when an exorcism is  
taking place.  
I am no prisoner  
with rusted heavy shackles.  
I am a ghost queen.  
This is my home.  
and I'm not going anywhere.