Long straight black hair,
The burning out coals of a fire,
The blazing green of her eyes,
I see her. She's your queen.
She resents that I shall ever rule my own mind,
That I'll always be hers to keep.
WE bow down and watch in awe,
As she walks with such grace,
Such beauty.
We bring her wine, the best there is.
Tell her what we think of her beauty,
Her pale moon skin,
That shimmers with every beat of her heart.
Too bad it doesn't shimmer anymore.
Too bad she's gone,
Our queen is dead, our beautiful queen is dead.
Her blood flowing down that beautiful black dress,
And the blood takes on the shimmer,
The shimmer that belonged to the pale moon skin,
Her blazing green eyes lifeless,
Thanks to me, to I, to the one who will never,
NEVER rule her own mind.
To bad the ruler is now dead, and now,
Now I can be queen, queen of my own mind. |
