Salutations Mrs Brown

As I sit alone, on my throne
I think of Mrs Brown
secluded in the dark subterrane

She has given birth to many
and continues to do so
for ever after
until the death of her master

But the time has come
the pressure too strong
the need undeniable

There's no reluctance in letting go
She needs to leave her dark dwelling
She sees the light
if only momentarily
Fly free Mrs Brown
your heritage will smoulder

Falling through the air
with only a splash to care
The sinking of Mrs Brown
but released to a new life