Queen Nothing

Behold, the almighty queen, ruler of these dying lands The cause of dead life with acres of dry burning sands With hands so cold and stained in a lovely blood lust Careless eyes that sting like daggers in a passing gust A kingdom stands tall with the tears you brought forth Deceiving with a smile as bright as the star of the north Luring poor peasants in as your slaves, loyal and blind Deaf to your riddling words, devious to an ill-fated mind Believe your view on us existing for your own exploit Knighting those worthy, to fetch you more with adroit Conquering the surrounding lands with a mighty sword Enslaving more to serve you, who worship you as lord A king you do not seek, there is no room on the throne No one to limit your power, to realize your sins to atone Unwilling a man to dim your shine upon the population Knowing not that you darken the people with temptation A perfect life it is, until your castle comes crashing down The jewels lose their sparkle, cracking within your crown Your loyal knights turn away, no more conquering ways And down your wrongful path, it brings your end of days