It roots tight onto one soft spot
The only true soil in a land of stone.
It manifests, driving deeper into the core
The Guard sees and attacks with silver sword.
Sparkles, the silver pieces do, soaring through the sky
The Guard lays dead.
It embraces her warm corpse, weaving through her auborne hair.
It holds The Guard close, lifting her body high into the twinkling twilight.
The Moon speaks,
"Lovely is The Guard, cold is her body
Precious is her form, forevermore it shall be."
Pearly marble, The Guard's corpse turns.
Turning death into everlasting life.
Her expression resembles sleep,
The only thing she longed for.
It curls into a bed, throne of thorns.
Flowers grace The Guard's air.
The Queen peers out her window
Lovely statue seen, her face softens with tranquility.
The soil spreads.
The Queen slumbers in blind bliss
Never knowing her falled Guard.
The poison lingers
Waiting for Her Majesty
To tread to The Guard's grave.
Always sleeping.
Always crying.
The poison lingers.
The only true soil in a land of stone.
It manifests, driving deeper into the core
The Guard sees and attacks with silver sword.
Sparkles, the silver pieces do, soaring through the sky
The Guard lays dead.
It embraces her warm corpse, weaving through her auborne hair.
It holds The Guard close, lifting her body high into the twinkling twilight.
The Moon speaks,
"Lovely is The Guard, cold is her body
Precious is her form, forevermore it shall be."
Pearly marble, The Guard's corpse turns.
Turning death into everlasting life.
Her expression resembles sleep,
The only thing she longed for.
It curls into a bed, throne of thorns.
Flowers grace The Guard's air.
The Queen peers out her window
Lovely statue seen, her face softens with tranquility.
The soil spreads.
The Queen slumbers in blind bliss
Never knowing her falled Guard.
The poison lingers
Waiting for Her Majesty
To tread to The Guard's grave.
Always sleeping.
Always crying.
The poison lingers.
