The Queen of All Hearts

Every love begins with a simple story. A dreamy fairy tale, a mutual playing of cards. A hundred silent kisses thousands of miles apart led us into victory. A batch of red-painted roses, hold them close to hide these exsposed battle scars. Your silver hair shines out to me like an irradiating, forbidden sun. Eyes black as night, and in your glory a majestic silhouette. Broken hands long to tell the tale of how love had begun. Posing hours for the precious portrait. The pen is in your hands now, Your turn to express your point of view. These cards have two sides to bestow. In this game assumptions of right and wrong are thrown askew, So, play your Queen of Hearts. The pen is in your hands now. From these ashes of war we make anew. Before the court the demons will show. You are the Queen of my heart. Down you fell, consumed in your passion. Againts the authorities of the kingdom, we fight. Darkness is the in-between of your faction. Enslaved teenage years under the guidance of a false light. The time has almost come, a time-bomb for the corrupt. The final order of their plague. Every story has an end, a volcano waiting to erupt. "Pen and paper once again calls you." Creativity begs. The pen is in your hands now, Your turn to express your point of view. These cards have two sides to bestow. In this game assumptions of right and wrong are thrown askew, So, play your Queen of Hearts. The pen is in your hands now. From these ashes of war we make anew. Before the court the demons will show. You are the Queen of my heart. We laughed, we cried. Together we sang, together we fought. Every wrong-doing we forgot. Though love cannot cast out every lie. Even with all the bliss surrounding me this distant relation between us never failed to be my internal tormentor. The door to paradise closed on us as Time carelessly laid dormant. You are the Queen of my heart. Revealed behind your Chesire smile was the silent kiss of a dementor. My soul, driven to insanity, writhes in torment. YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF ALL HEARTS! IN THE THRONE ROOM THE CROWN WILL FALL! WHAT WAS ONCE RED AND WHITE WILL WITHER BEAUTIFULLY! The pen is in your hands now, Your turn to express your point of view. These cards have two sides to bestow. In this game assumptions of right and wrong are thrown askew, So, play your Queen of Hearts. The pen is in your hands now. From these ashes of war we make anew. Before the court the demons will show. You are the Queen of my heart.