Her skin was dark as what you
see when you close your eyes
And in the night, all you could see was
the painted white of her eyes
The tint of an artificial smile,
while she was a fly by night kind of gal
A shadow behind it's shadow, knowing
she'd always have a dark past

Her hair; black as the blanket of night
covering the sun. An heir to her throne,
who was her light-skinned son,- ironically
But it must be so commonly,
that the dark gives a reason for light
And from a dark place;
a womb was that, that birthed a new life

She braided her heir, to prepare
him for this twisted kind of life
Crowned him with thorns, so to
know, it hurts to think so sharp
As she hung a neckpiece around his neck,
to compliment his youthful charm
Bathed in him in the sweetest of flowers,
to nectar him in love
And tattooed stars on his back,
so that a thousand angles would always have his back

Tell me if this wasn't love,
or  just another dark ritual, of a dark queen mother.