Riches begot with credit stock

Power bestowed with golden crown

Glory bequeathed with laurel wreath

Marriage beseeched with diamond ring

All things beheld 'til evening red

You said to me

Your tears are like diamonds

I want to catch them all
And cherish them away

So that one day
When I've caught enough

I can give you back a crown
Befitting a Queen.

She is a queen
A queen without a crown
Not because she can't
But because she don't need one

A queen that rules hearts not heads
A all new kingdom made by her
Filled with people she trusts
People that forever follow her

Without the burn of the jewels
She remembers her story
Remembers all she forever won
And all she forever lost to stand

Not every throne is made of stone
Not every crown is made of gold
Not every king is made of ice
Not every queen is made of cold

So may she be, the one that loves
The one that stands in the light
The light that forever last
So may she be, the one that lives
Not the one who survives

Her people forever comes first
Because that is the way
The way they always deserved
The way she always believed

She is a queen
Her throne is the believes
Her crown the love they feel
And her kingdom...
The trust beneath

There is no space for you in this regime
I had thought once and for all that I might truly be queen
but now I am forced to share my throne with a beast

now only the silence meets my screams
it sits me down for a meal that I must eat
my throne at the end of the table no longer my seat

the hand of night seldom brings
the rest and beauty of the now lost dream
my mind is only sieged in sleep

nothing I say will bring me peace
saving, no longer, can be decreed
not as long as you can speak

and as I weep
for your feet are those of a thief
yet you are not the one to flee
you have made your story one to believe

no, no, you are not welcome in this regime
there is only one crown and only one queen

i tried to die for you —
give my little body up for you :
and for
those
          that i
                   loved

but maybe i didnt love anybody ,
and maybe
                    that’s why i stayed.

they say that pain is always temporary
but i don’t feel
temporary —

and
they say
that you can always
                           heal,

but instead, i guess

i
hurt the ones i loved the most
and then
realized there were people
watching .
.

i would’ve died for you ,
                                         you know ?
hung my body up like a curtain -
a poison crown of thorns .
.

but
maybe god wanted you  
                                         instead.

What are kings, if not selfish cruel creatures,
thrones built of sacrifices,
the blind lambs of faith.
Their misdeeds,
their whims being the guiding path.
Will, paving the concrete path of others.

But,
though brow beaten,
the knight cries.

"To what shalt we be if not without the guidance of kings,
kissed by the angels of the holy,
blessed beneath the stars?

What of the olive branch they provide?
Of the prospering and the peasantry."

Oh,
how they cry within their armoured shells,
suffocating under their oaths.
Unspoken promises to their god,
their king,