The Queen

Oh yes, she’s gorgeous. No doubts!
Her walk, her legs, her lines, her hair
Her eyes are made of darkest clouds
With hint of the mysterious glare
Her childish laugh sparks through the night
Her smile would melt the hearts of stone
Her voice would easily incite
The riots midst of those she’d own
She’s ruthless in her lust and passion
Her lovers vanish in the mires
She is the Queen of dark obsession
She burns the ice and ices fires


They’re so naive in their intentions
To stay by her, despite of peril
Their hearts will not survive the tension
Their souls will be attained by devil
Oh men, you are so dull and hollow
You can’t be strong with her around
You’re destined for the pain and sorrow
You’ll die by hand of one you’ve crowned...

He’s standing there still and quiet
So bold and calm in his observance
He isn’t here to start the riot
Amongst her slaves and faithful servants
He knows that he has been fated
To watch them all burn down to ashes
He didn’t rush, he calmly waited
To face her in their final clashes
He is the knight of relic power
He’s carried it through time and distance
He’s made it till this anxious hour
To bring the end to her existence...

There’s not that many left of them
The ones who can resist her magic
But they will fight her till the end
No matter if it’s good or tragic.


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