From haunted halls, where ghosts’ creeps,
A Queen sits silent, with the secrets she keeps,
Once fair of face, a Princess beauty & bright,
Now cold and hard, consumed by anger that can ignite.

Her heart once pure, now turned to ice,
A foolish young beauty, paying the price,
Betrayed by a man’s love, a cruel deceit,
Her innocence lost, bitter & ever so sweet.

He made vows, beneath both the stars & the sun,
But each of his promises were broken, one by one,
His gentle words of love, nothing but a wicked lie,
Now distant forever in each cold, dark eye.

His treachery struck, a fatal blow,
Leaving her heart, weeping & filled with woe,
Her trust betrayed, her heart & spirit torn,
Never to be touched by love, she forever sworn.

Now on a throne, where hate has started to stain,
She rules her poor kingdom, in endless pain,
Her gaze, like ice, a freezing chill,
Over-taxing her people, bending them to her will.

She lives in the dark despair,
Her bitterness can be seen in her devoid stare,
Beware, gentle hearts, of love turned to hate,
For love can be treacherous & can change your fate.

She will forever be the only one to sit on the throne,
With a crown made of thorns & a heart made of stone,
Once a garden where the Princess’s roses had bloomed,
Now they are all withered, dried up & dead, eternally doomed.

In the realm where deceit, lies & betrayal are spun,
when she enters a room, all just try to run,
The naive Princess is gone, now a Queen who will never yield
Perpetually bitter & broken, a Queen that will never be healed.