It's the same thousand year old story
On a continuous loop
Spinning out of control
Yet too familiar to be unrecognizable

The same beginning...

She doesn't merely embody beauty
She is a very real piece of it
She is the dust floating through space
Breathing life into all within her reach
A Queen

The same middle...

Her enchantment must be squashed
The fate of it all rests on her shoulders
The weight of it crushing her womb
She births the men of the world
Men who represent humanity
Undeservingly

The same end...

The world cannot go on
Not without her ultimate sacrifice
And the many others along the way
She trades pleasure for heroism
Love for security, and all the rest

In the end
The only phrase the people can muster
For the queen, mind you
All of the queens of the world

Off with her head!