Midnight Queen
Midnight Queen
She is a lifeless beauty wanders every midnight,
Her million old cadaver sleeping entombed under the soil peeps over,
A kingdom bathed in moonlight shining it's shrines stands out,
She rules her kingdom from the brim of hell reflecting her old dominance,
Draping smile in her crimson lips, boldness in her spoken words,
Sputtering candles besides her golden throne recites the abolishment of her enmity,
She sat gallantly holding his beloved's heart in her hand,
Looking the heart she could feel the pains of bruised veins,
The colour shades of red and blue on her face has faded,
Tears slide down her cheeks,
Her voice is void circling around the nameless corners of the kingdom,
She is a phoneix born from the ashes of her burnt dead body,
Dark clouds covered her gown, she searches for her tapestries,
If by chance anyone caught her, he or she is embraced to death,
She is a wrath warrior longed for her queendom,
She read the tapestries hanging from the dead bodies of her inmates,
And wears the crown of thorns embellished with cursed blood ,
Unveiling the bride of the night.