Queen of swords
Young blood, rich in color
Glides to the forefront awaiting service
Uttered presences they smile in honor
The voices untangle leaving a trail of hearses’
Bodied armour at sight of the Queen of swords
Daylight karma for the Knight of the night
People as animals I seen them in herds
Called upon their sentencing crimes of love deserve a fight
The reign of my mouth, my tongue in combat
I kneel to devour all those who take to be challenged
Scrapes of metal burnt in the scars at impact
Flesh of immortal stained and avenged
I tell them once again this stays my kingdom
I am the winteress cold and merciless
I am quite powerful as I pass down my wisdom
My words are dominant and remain faceless.
Who dares to come near this pulsating fortress
They remain at distance misguided and aware
Here the Queen of swords becomes the words potent mistress.
The audience are left bruised by a brooding stare.