Just a poem....after so long....
Within the emblem I contain
There's a queen that leads
One that makes the angels bleed
As she sucks on the unsullied blood
She holds the demons by her hand
Grazing through their skin
Biting away their pleasure into hers
As she indulges her imperial conceit
She builds a battlefield not a nation
Raises monsters instead of soldiers
Breeding hatred as she staggers on love
In a land of thorns, in a land of broken bones
Her porcelain face, pale ashen skin
With gashes that hemorrhage
Quivering lips, shuddering hands
She salts her wounds with saline tears
She's living a catastrophe, a tragedy
Growing leisurely as a malady
As the venom crawls inside her skin
Killing her faster, sooner
She refuses to be renovated
She denies her shattered heart
Standing by her own reflection
Living in the wake of her shadow
She's a queen, a malicious queen
Yet as she stands by her castle's gate
She's a ghost, a ghost to the world
Facing the reality of her creation
Laying in her ceremonial divan
Locking her wicked eyes
She gasps her last breath
Vanishing away as a memory
One that's burnt in an acid bath
There's a queen that leads
One that makes the angels bleed
As she sucks on the unsullied blood
She holds the demons by her hand
Grazing through their skin
Biting away their pleasure into hers
As she indulges her imperial conceit
She builds a battlefield not a nation
Raises monsters instead of soldiers
Breeding hatred as she staggers on love
In a land of thorns, in a land of broken bones
Her porcelain face, pale ashen skin
With gashes that hemorrhage
Quivering lips, shuddering hands
She salts her wounds with saline tears
She's living a catastrophe, a tragedy
Growing leisurely as a malady
As the venom crawls inside her skin
Killing her faster, sooner
She refuses to be renovated
She denies her shattered heart
Standing by her own reflection
Living in the wake of her shadow
She's a queen, a malicious queen
Yet as she stands by her castle's gate
She's a ghost, a ghost to the world
Facing the reality of her creation
Laying in her ceremonial divan
Locking her wicked eyes
She gasps her last breath
Vanishing away as a memory
One that's burnt in an acid bath