The Queen

Of course I know you’re the queen

How could I forget, you remind me daily

So many days spent bowed at your feet

So much time wasted living in retreat

Why stomp on the red carpet rolled out for you

Why shit on the heart poured out for you

Mayhem and chaos the marks of your reign

All that remains from your acrimony is pain

Queen aye? Well where’s your crown?

Maybe you’re just the jester? You know, the clown

But your time is up, your reign is over

Under your feet now only crimson clover

So now what’s your legacy?

It fades just like you, steadily

It was power you wanted? Watch and learn

For the poet holds that for which you yearn

The wrath of my words ensure you live in infamy

Like a scribe with a stone, chiseling in your tyranny

It reads: Queen of the dead, queen of the damned,

The queen who’s sanity was forever unmanned

The mad queen that stole the throne

The monarch that deserves death alone

The likes of you from which we are free

Never again a queen to be

Damn sure not the queen of me