Picture

This is smoke;
Heavy, sooty.
It's sullying your picture.
When I try to clean it with my palm,
The part I see is me.
If I wipe it clean, all that would be left is me,
So I left it as it is.
I let it hung in the air
Like a broken castle.
I am a Queen without a kingdom.
Shall step on the green grass like a commoner,
But have kept my crowning jewel
In my hidden pocket,
My Poison intact in my ring.