I'm back with some poetry! )))

I'm replaying the campaign for the Order faction. I'm SO tired of Biara's sweet little face that I involuntarily wrote:

Biara's not-so-easy life during her first reign in the Empire.

I don't like getting out of bed
When it's only 5 a.m.,
I'm tired of all the dragons,
Because we prayed to them yesterday.
Tired of human "holy" miracles,
I retreat to the green forest
And open a portal to Sheo,
To the land of fire, to my "dear" home.
I'm sick of Laslo – the scoundrel,
He keeps sticking his nose into the Empire.
And Godric, IMHO, is too arrogant,
And his daughter is so annoying.
She recently said in broad daylight
That a trial with less fire would be better.
She shoots glances at the rebel,
Hinting at something... (ugh, cursed Michael!)
I don't like the land of the Griffins.
It's only famous for the fact
That there are tons of fools there.
That map is always a mess.
And now, I have to rule here,
And I don't have time to breathe.
Everyone looks the same
(Although, I'll express my opinion later!)
You can believe me:
A queen's life is not a picnic!
Give money to all sorts of peers,
And enemies bother you at the borders.
I'm getting dark circles under my eyes from Kha's orders:
Find the boy and kill him,
Deal with the rebels with a bold raid...
And I have to do all of this!

I borrowed the song from Chancellor G.))