Crown her with black and blue,
with pink and white and ultra-bright
violet hyperbeams.
Crown her with star stripped flashes
and deep thin romances.
Crown her with tears, and blood, and
sweat and those broken dreams and
shattered bonds and codes
and those painful scenes...
Crown her with light and dark and
shoes and jeans and sack skirts.
Crown her with this and that and
intoxication and late night
medication.
Crown her with whatever you think fit
but please if you must with royal
blood beads feed your imagination;
then don't crown me -

or steal my seat.