My Queen
She’s not perfect, but my love for her grows
Yet no one can tell
That sparkling eyes are dull and weak
With a lack of courage and a fear to speak
Skeptical detest extinguishes her dream
How amusing it must be to beguile my queen
What ghastly conceit must crawl to her feet
And spread through her veins to drive her insane
What fraudulent esteem still entraps my queen
What monstrous lies leads to her demise
But my queen is sharp
My queen is true
She sees all naughty scheme and keeps hidden her dreams
No one sees my queens greatest pain
For I am the one to wipe her crystal tears
To fight and protect her from all of her fears
Her majesty shall never fault
Yet they say she bleeds pure harlot’s blood
Her doves have come as crows at night
To whisper atrophy to her soul
To blacken her thoughts as dark as coal
As her majesties turmoil has already struck
My queen has seemed to run out of luck
With her kingdom in ruins she is free to find peace
God save the queen through her relentless decease