Singing to me of her Kingdom,
Teaching me the ways of her Beauty,
If only - to find my voice,
And sing of fulfilling Victory,
She whispers of a prophecy,
When a forgotten Princess shall rise,
And take back her royal crown,
Many have failed in this succession,
Falling down to the mercy - of Her,
Enticed like docile saliors to the fiery siren,
They slip into her power - a gory one,
Disregard this myth she concludes,
For i am Queen, who loves thee,
I recall i song i used to sing,
That Her Majesty sung back to me,
A melancholy symphony,
My lullbay for eternity,
A figure of a distant past,
Slowly seeps into my thoughts,
i have been found by her - again,
She's all coming back to me -
He escorts her - my demon,
My Mistress,
My Lover,
My Own,
My Goal,
She is Everything.
A Queen Who Loves me
' Whenever your mind should stray
Remember- I will always love thee,
Whenever you are left alone
Remember - I am always with thee,
Though temptation asks to cry
Remember - I can always help thee,
Though the echoing begins to ache
Remember - I am always worth it'
