The queen stood,regal,in her golden garbs,as the bright flowers bloomed around her,
And infront of her stood a child,in a grey,once white robe,now tattered..
The innocence in the eyes of child made her wish,to dig them and play..
But she had a beautiful facade to keep for the sake of the day..
The child smiled and pulled out a glacial dagger,digging his eyes,
Once burning in light of unknown colours,and walked slowly towards her,
As she sat,with her courtiers..
With a smile,he offered her the gift of love,of innocence,
As the noise moved to throw him away,no one saw the sickly satisfaction she felt..
Sitting on her golden throne..
Holding onto the precious gems..
