I am the fool

I am a queen, sitting on my throne
Judging fairly and ruling fiercely.
A jester, looking acne prone,
Dares to demand my attention

"M'lady", he says
"I have a magic trick to show you"

And steals the heart on my sleeve.
I was in disbelief!
How dare he?

The heart was big and worn
and a bit fragile.
(It fit me a bit tightly but was mine
Made of glass and dreams, you see)
The jester was gentle
Played, swirled it, and was agile.

Played for a while and
sometimes held too tightly.
Until his friends joined him in the fun.
Then it really became dangerous
but  Ah, the fool was I.
His friends mocked and
were treasonous in the jokes
So he boldly smashed my heart the floor,
and stepped on the pieces.

I let him play with it for too long.
Perhaps his friends distracted him
or maybe it was purposeful, because they stepped in it too.
And now, a queen fell on the floor.

But the jester forgot, I am a queen
"Guards, off with their heads!"
And I held my head up high.
Trust no one, I will remember
"But first, guards, you may dismember"