Story of True Demons

Daughter of Demons

"Oh oh oh oh oh
So, shall we start?"

Once upon a time in another place
An evil kingdom who no one dared to face
And the ruler was a girl so mean
A tiny little princess of only age fourteen!

So many furnitures littered her abode
Her loyal servants who's likeness surely showed
Her horse was named Josephine
She claimed all the riches of the world

If you're short on money that's no fearful thing
Just take it from those who dangle you on a string
To those who feel they want to bring me down
You'll just tidy up my gown.

"Now! Bow to me!"

Evil flowers steadily bloom
With an array of colourful doom
But the weeds who feel they want to stay
They'll just die and feed me the same anyway

The princess held a love for a man
Of Blue who wasn't much her fan
But instead he chose his neighbour's girl
Of Green who's eyes shone like pearls

The princess knew this and was filled with rage
She called her minister locked in a cage
And said in a soft voice for no one to hear
"Make sure no one is spared."

Houses of the people were burnt to the ground
So many voices would no longer make a sound
The people who had suffered so much pain
Didn't get pity from the one who'd slain them.

"Oh, it's tea time."

Evil flowers steadily bloom
With an array of bloodied doom
Even though the flower is so very refined
The thorns had driven it's garden to decline.

To defeat the princess was no easy task
But the people could no longer wear their masks
Like a flock of birds they were lead by
A red lady mercenary into the nigh.

All their anger had built up over the years
It consumed them, losing their fear
But the army was damaged from the Green War
Their attacks were not much of a chore

Once they fell the countrymen surrounded the court
The servants ran away as time was short
The little princess woud not pose a fight
And she was finally captured in the night

"You're such a disrespectful man!"

Evil flowers steadily bloom
With an array of funest doom
How the paradise she made for herself
Put this broken doll back on the wooden shelf

Once upon a time in another place
An evil kingdom who no one dared to face
And the ruler was a girl so mean
A tiny little princess of only age fourteen!

She was to be punished at three o'clock
When the church bells sounded a tock
The person who was once royalty
Was bored in jail with no loyalty

At the time that eventually came
The church bells to her sounded rather lame
Without looking to the faces of the crowd
Said she was eyes in shroud

"Oh, it's tea time."

Evil flowers steadily bloom
With an array of colourful doom
Now the people speak of her without a second thought
The daughter of evil had received what she sought.