Wicked words froth and foam as they turn to venom; filling my mouth, they're forced to spill
For the owner of the ears where the words would fall, these words were meant to kill
The venom burns its way in, so her insides boil and her essence turns to mud
The Queen Cast In Iron is left with soggy soil where there was once only blood

And her tempered shell grows brittle from mistrust
This causes The Queen Cast From Iron to rust

Riddled with decay, and a failing form, she'll know nothing more
Just the pain of being ran through with something mightier than sword
And having her insides spit forth damp earth where there should be gore