Old lover,
I will wait for you tonight.
You will hear a song,
sung between white sheets,
sing with the voice of past queens.
Yet my voice will be the loudest,
i will be your goddess.
You will scream,
trying to protect yourself
from the rage of a soulless poet.
But it will end.
And then,
you will wake up from your nightmare,
the goddess will be long gone,
you will **** the voices of past queens.