The waterdance matching her heartbeat.
And the cleansing tears that could've been hers.
She could feel the drums and she closed her eyes.
The thought of letting everything drown was a desire.

The clouds were liquid but what did it matter?
It's the closest to heaven that she'd ever get.

Did anyone see when the water stopped her breathing?
Maybe it was the work of a suicidal queen.
But no one will ever know.