Part One

Blackened petals fall
from buried caskets.
Ruffled by an unknown breeze,
and landing on your crimson lips.

You ascend again to your sweetened throne
and raise your scepter of false gold.
Pass your reins to your servant,
for you have no power here.

Fires burn on ebony wings,
and your firey hair ignites.
Open those emerald eyes pretty,
this is the chaos you have made.

Demons enchanted you love,
pulled you away to your Hellish delight.
Rejoice you reckless beauty,
rubies adorn your greying skin.



Part Two

Glittering ice is all you see.
The cold,
Oh the cold with it's gnawing hunger
for your heat and life,
is all you feel.

Condemned you are
to this eternal fate.
I watch from above with pity,
my queen.

You descended from fire,
and ebony feathers.
From what you thought as heaven.
Now your hollow eyes,
and hollow soul
tell of your sad tradgedy.

Like the love you once showed me,
you die a second death.
Watching me from below,
with nothing but sadness on your face.