A ruler of blight and fear.
A monster of deceit and destruction.
An enchantress of power unimaginable, unattainable, unbreakable.
She frolics down the halls of her dreary palace,
A wicked crown atop her head,
Ne’er stopping to ponder the peeling walls of her despair.
No, my Lady deals in dark curses
Whispered at the witching hour
Whizzing past warped warbles and wasted windows
To her past, they blur by,
For she worries not of what it’s done to harm Her Majesty,
Only cracks the wills of her poor subjects.
Yet, she is royalty, and those who fail to kiss her rings
May find themselves taken by the willed, Dark Queen.
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