You are a queen
Through the deceitful night past the starving pyrite,
That'll take your life and falsely shine bright,
claim lovely beauties of all rights,
Sign away your name in the dotted line,
your passion delivers the ink, a mislead heart allows it to sink,
and with blindfold you give it a gentle wink
You miss, it cause your so young the foreshadows of song your mother sung
Your guardian angel's last call many ago he long rung,
But you know, you fool yourself, the hours of youthful joy will decay,
quick as a child rolling down the hill, swirling in his time, no worry doth he take in mind , in all wonder he will find, and as a child you've stumble across this waste of a breathe,
and you hold your breathe for his words only they may quench, the thirst of the love
you've sensed since, the first second your gentle iris reflected his presence,
the first time you lied and declared true,
to the statement of love's essence
, and you weren't in wrong, true heart harmony does exist, but not thanks to his existence,
among your royalty he is less than a peasant, let him not tear you away from your family,
let him not disturb your dynasty, even if things have shaken rocky,
even if things have forever crumbled, do not abandon your bloods rumble,
for the mystery of Lucifer's jungle, full of mystery and potential beauty,
Please do see, when the dust clears, and it is his turn to steer, a caught deer, he'll be, you'll look to people and ask help me? and later look to heaven and yell kill me!
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