I hate that it has come to this,
Sweet love is now a poison kiss,
Now I'm no longer compelled by despair
I learned to love myself and care—
For the armour I wore was tattered and threadbare.
I don't recognise that woman now,
The Empress emerged and picked up her crown.
She was The Tower that threatened to fall,
But the Wheel of Fortune spun and she saw all.
There is a guiding light in my Universe.
The bright Star to help me traverse.
