Between The Serene and Unknowable
The royal familiars, they come in one, two, or three
Though a queen, she relies on their presence
Within her realm of grace, walls adorned with floral tapestry
Her abode, aged and vintage, serves as sanctuary
The darkness of her hair beckons to the nocturnal avian choir
They spy her crown and recognize her sovereignty
Navigating the divide between the untamed and domestic
Amidst the magical and mundane, she ventures forth