Queen
She is my queen,
everything I want her to be.
or so I thought.
Now she has left me here to rot.
she has left me to die,
to the immortal guy.
the immortal guy stares,
he watches with intent.
the intent to prey,
to prey upon my soul.
but all there is
is a black dark hole
that is meant for my soul.
he is predator,
i am the prey.
thats we he thought,
but not anymore.
i rise to the depths,
of my guardian.
my heart,
slowly starts to beat.
i start to morph,
into the king.
my eyes become red,
my skin becomes green.
i triple in size,
and kill my king.
i walk away
looking all but chill.
i find my queen,
and devour her soul.
now there is nothing,
nothing left to mold.
i am here,
alone in a cell
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