The slight nuances of a broken reflection,
Bitter words sneered, off to a run.
Regrets humongous, mistakes were made,
In a bleak life, withering away.
Silent screams of sheltered strings
In stumbling stones,
Hide away, in the Flimsy dark.
The sin of a tainted human soul,
The crease of an inked parchment,
Are all but the same.
Shunned away in a screeching gush,
Of frozen wind,
Living on the edge of the flat earth,
Close to the mighty fall;
Of the raging, thundering empires,
Dawn of the new kind,
Blissful golden ages,
Wreathed in havoc divine.
Sheen of the flimsy sea,
In a reverie,
Seemingly serene.
Breaths of delicacies,
Wings aflame,
Descend from thy thrones,
O godly kings.
She comes,
Her grace is majestic.
She wields the world,
She holds the mighty Thanatos,
In a sword and a crown.
Once excoriated,
Now renowned,
The Queen,
And her justice scaled,
Earthen and abound.
Undisclosed the identity,
Embraced by the timid king,
Who took her hand.
Fear her valor,
Fear her eyes,
None dare to question,
Her Grace’s sight.
All to adore,
All to worship,
The man who is the Queen.
