The constellations on my side
Hold nothing over the ones in my eyes
The deprived sell copper blanks
She still holds up her ranks
A wolf with a broken arm
Does nothing more than self-harm
Trying to run from the unknown
Breaking from within the throne
Ears flat, baring her fangs
In the night a golden ring hangs
The keeper of the gates
Couldn't gaze into her hate
And tell me
     That
              She's
                        Fine.

*Remember you're the one who pushed her into the corner.