Escrito por: Fuáquiti
Por Marie A. Peña
The queen, the player, the fighter,
The lover, the. mother, the sister, the daughter.
She fought she tough until her breath she lost,
And every last drop of sense forgot.
The crown she lost,
until the last bit of hope forgot.
Oh, she lost she lost, a shame,
The only Serene left on her,
Was the name.