" Off with your head!" Said Queen of hearts

 Each day, each moment of life, 

Butch, drop die said the wife

Each challenge, adversity,

Basking mercifully,

As all applaud her sheer perversity.

There’s a lot to be won.

There's a lot to be done 

Never quit to win a race.

 to bring success

Melancholy turbulence can be converted to a win

I didn't commit no ugly sin

But my heart just won't give in

When intense and nefarious the forces gather with all the murderous intent

Following a sure natural bent

For my life not their death

my death not their death

Self-discovery is the magic of life

Spending time with my kind of strife

As you grow wiser, more self-aware 

She may entangle in that golden snare:

With her fake psychopath

You can do the math

Can be better prepared

As Hell's battle is declared

 For the every battle

My kin when we were little

Never thought war trumpet's breath,

My nerves are steeled firmly to face   danger and death.

The luminous pages of all story prove

Fate hath my ending written in heroic woe;

Holding  your head, cursin'  I am fragile but God is with every move,

Sharp-fanged as I fell, dark death doth ever go

Focusing and concentrating, using the power of  minds,

In the whirling winds of apathy, as quarrels arose--as one frequently finds

As if I am a black tooth

I just might tell you the truth

Yelled expecting me to drop dead

Begin the process of overcoming the things that can hold back,

As my Corona attacker whacked

I remembered that I shall never die a trivial death

Embracing the battles and view them as part of a longer journey

Helpless worries don't concern me

Taking me to highs, lows and everything in between

Nobody can imagine such a scene

Not letting life drag me down

Not being defeated by crown

" Off with your head!" 

Said Queen of hearts

Having mastered all arts of living

Then I got a long way to recovering