More gold on her arms than in any treasury
That this state has ever known.
More kohl in her eyes
Than coal in any of the nation’s mines.
Her crown with gilded leaves,
Outshone by the melted gold on sharpened thorns,
Is one to rival the King of Jews himself.
And surely her bands are enough
To stop a gladiator in his tracks.
But it is her empire
That gives this femme fatale her magnificent pride
She cares not for her possessions
Only for her people,
For the men who ride behind her
Against anyone foolish enough to oppose.
She cares for her castle, a fortress of grandeur
And for the high court leading her world.
She cares not for shining armor
But for their knights, standing atop the walls
She cares not for her crown but for her throne
And not for any prince but her own son.
She cares for the Empire.
Her Empire.

To the Queen of hearts
Is the Ace of sorrow
He's here today
He's gone tomorrow

Young men are plenty
But sweehearts few
If my love leaves me
What shall I do

And I have a story
In yonder mountain
Where gold and silver
Is there for the counting

I could not count
For thought of thee
My eyes so full
I could not see

I love my father
I love my mother
I love my sister
I love my brother

I love my friends
And relatives too
I'll forsake them all
And go with you

I am indeed your only knight,
I'm here to protect you, with all of my might.
I serve you my queen, my ruler, my love,
I'll gamble my everything, even my life.

I swear to you, with all of my heart,
I'll only protect you, and everyone you love.
With danger ahead, beyond your control,
I will protect thou, with all that I have.

I promise that, the truth will rise,
But neither nor lies, until that I die.
Still serving my majesty, with life on the line.
I would accept death, if it means you survive.

And I, as a knight of my queen,
I serve with courage and dignity.
For your safety and love,
Through the heaven or not.

Pondering whence the Sun will harmless lay,
Hurting, no more the beauty, I array.
Inkling to destroy two months away,
Little did he know.

Ice melts slower than snow,
Peaceful rivers begin to flow.
Indeed i speak the truth,

Letting biting cold do my will,
Out i look, upon many a blue hill.
Vines have ceased to entwine,
Entranced, frozen in frosty time.

Utterly desolate, purely divine.

I am just a drama queen
Another over dramatic teen
I sit and cry
When I could fly
But I choose to frown
And feel so down
Being so irrational
And acting all emotional
Pretending I am the center of everything
But I am truly nothing

a princess, tired,
built castles, loved by people
and loved a prince
—all birthed from her words

an outcast, fallen,
as her words turn
into robbers of joy and
into daggers against her

a queen, revives,
to ascend the throne once again
pen as sword; heart as shield
written words are her armies
under her rough hands

Toughen up
Grow up
You are such a drama queen
Life ain’t easy
Nobody said it was
Stop being dramatic
You make a big deal out of everything
You are too soft
You are going to get eaten up
So you need to toughen up

I am the queen of my kingdom
the knight of my castle
the protector of my realm
and I will not let anyone
destroy what is mine
even my soul.